I cut off the curls
I shaved half my face
Became half the man you asked to replace
I'm willing to save you
You said you're worth saving
But half of my appetite's lost half it's craving
Stand in the mirror
Well that's me beside you
The one with the smile
The one that abides you
Now don't mind the mad man, the killer, the lover
Well he's slowly fading one into the other

And where is that white picket fence
That I painted myself
In the late days of April
Oh where are the daffodil mountains
I know that they're somewhere around here
By the garden....

You say that you're happy
Well you should know better
I can see that you've sewn up that rip in your sweater
That some lover tore off you
That left you both shaken
That bled deep inside you, the wound you'd forsaken
And where is that white picket fence
That I painted myself
In the late days of April
Oh where are the daffodil mountains
I know that they're somewhere around here
By the garden....

Don't fear I will save you
Don't shout you'll awaken
The corpse in the desert
Staked out beside you
I cut off his wing
And shaved half his face
But I thought that I saw his eyes -- move