A Daisy Trough Concrete Lyrics

Wake up the dying, dont wake up the dead change what your sayin, dont change what you've said now that its time that i got out of bed when i'll 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 dont care where they are they know that home doesn't feel very far when i'll walk myself down sycamore street the sun beats down no shoes on my feet and i stumble on a daisy through concrete airplane is flyin up in the sky makin a pattern with the white lines looks like a heart or maybe a pie