White Picket Fence - Five For Fighting

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, well that’s me beside you

The one with the smile, the one who abides you

And I don’t mind the madman, the killer, the lover

Well he’s slowly fading one into the other

And where is that white picket fence

That I painted myself in the late days of April?

Where are the daffodil mountains?

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

And where is that white picket fence

That I painted myself in the late days of April?

Where are the daffodil mountains?

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