Mark Oliver Everett - A Daisy Through Concrete lyrics

Wake up the dying, don't wake up the dead Change what you're saying, don't change what you said Now that it's time I got out of bed And I walk myself down Sycamore Street The sun beats down, no shoes on my feet And I stumble on a daisy through concrete Pink and brown babies in pink stroller cars They know that it's good they don't care where they are They know that home doesn't feel very far And I walk myself down Sycamore Street The sun beats down, no shoes on my feet And I stumble on a daisy through concrete Here we go Oh yeah That's how I like it Airplane is flying up in the sky Making a pattern with the white lines Looks like a heart or maybe a pie And I walk myself down Sycamore Street The sun beats down, no shoes on my feet And I stumble on a daisy through concrete A daisy through concrete