NEW YORK-Back home my mother told me that Daisy was a poison or
just some floozy user. A confuser, man, how could she know? When my girl
was a flower, a lover. The kind of sunrise that every midnight recovers,
rediscovers. And then you sleep with a smile.
Hey, I didn't want to leave her. But this blind man couldn't see her.
She just took my love and since nobody's seen her.
Chorus: I got killed by a flower. I got taken by a waitress who was
pourin' it on. I was weak in the knees. Just wasn't strong enough to see.
The flower was killing me.
Well, my intuition in remission. I gathered my guitar, got into my
car and left town for New York. I couldn't let Daisy go. I drove like a
demon through Cleveland with images of her walkin' New York streets in my
rearview. Then my tapedeck blew but my mother's words sang on.
Hey, I know I should've let go. But I couldn't live my life and not
know...if she ever loved me at all.
Chorus: I got killed by a flower. Got taken by a waitress. Who was
pourin' it on. I was weak in the knees.
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Just wasn't strong enough to see. The flower was killing me. I got killed
by a flower. Got taken by the colors and the sweet perfume. I was barely a
man outside the bedroom. I couldn't see. The flower was killing me.
Times Square scare. Where'd Daisy go? Searched for days in cafes,
cliches. Nobody will ever know just where I've been. I got drunk 'til I
made a scene. I slept on the Village green. She was gone, I was wrong for
chasing a dream. I climbed the top of the Empire State building and
screamed.
I've been living on Grove street for three years. waiting on tables,
writing my songs and this city turned out better. Better than I planned.
But it took a Daisy obsession (a couple more things that I don't have the
pride to mention) to keep my good intentions from a jaded soul.
You know I heard she was out in Vegas, at the Palace as a cocktail
waitress. And she never loved me at all. Chorus.
©1995 Connotation Music/Remann Music, Administered by
Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI)
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