I've 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
  That's me beside you
  The one with the smile, the one who abides you.
  Don't mind the madman
  The killer, the lover
  He's slowly fading one into the other.
    Where is that white picket fence
  That I painted myself in the late days of April?
  Where are the daffodil mountians?
  I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.
    You say that you're happy
  Well you should know better
  I see that you've sewn up that rip in your sweater
  That some lover tore off you
  That left you both shaking
  That bled deep inside you the wound you'd forsaken
    Where is that white picket fence
  That I painted myself in the late days of April?
  Where are the daffodil mountians?
  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