My eyes bleed, the tears unspoken
Picking daisies
The moons soft kiss, a dead bird
Picking daisies
Twirling round a circle, laughing
Picking daisies
Hanging,burning, drowning, laughing
Picking daisies
Crying trees, the leaves are bruises
Picking daisies
Dead birds, the ground sings
Picking daisies
Shredding love notes
Picking daisies
Swirling dancers, drunken fruits
Picking daisies
High on eyes, low on hands
Dead daises
