Some people say my mind is prone to wander.
What I'm thinking now, only God can say,
But rest assured, my mind is still with my body,
And I only dream of you, 'cause I think of you all day.
If you flow North, I'd ask you please think on me,
I, who lust for ever warmer climbs.
May your song cleave to me in this desert,
And not get suck between the spaces and the lines.
Daisyface, oh Daisyface,
Don't you cry no more,
The smoke's going out through the chimney
And it's coming back in through the door.
You are a leaf that lingers,
Trembling, you are a lamb,
And you would if you could,
Why not take me as I am?
I dream a light is left on for me in Paris,
Alas, I cannot "parlez-vous français?"
And I know I do not know what waits beyond that door.
I just know I dream of you 'cause I think of you all day.