Woorden: Eels. Daisy Through Concrete.

Wake up the dying
Don't wake up the dead
Change what your saying
Don't change what you've said
Now that its time that
I got out of bed

When 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
Know that it's good
They don't care where they are
They know that home
Doesn't feel very far

When 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

When 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