A Daisy Through Concrete - Eels

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