Daisy In Chains

The lunatic is on the grass



The lunatic is on the grass



Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs



Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall



The lunatics are in my hall



The paper holds their folded faces to the floor



And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon



And if there is no room upon the hill



And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too



I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head



The lunatic is in my head



You raise the blade, you make the change



You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door



And throw away the key



There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear



You shout and no one seems to hear



And if the band you're in