I'm not here for the talking toy no
the lovesick girl and the jealous boy no
I'm just working on my own surface
don't you too just want a piece
that you can call yoursI'm just working on my own surface
don't you too just want a piace that you can call yours
don't care for daisies don't care for roses
go put your good sword where your own throat isor soholding it down till it's cold
I have a name for it Lord
if they think they've wept like my soul
they ain't seen the girl on my roadwhile we're spinnning on shiny surface
I think of you as they dance in circles
with tears and stories to make it holy
we think of money, of love, death, gloryor soholding it down till it's cold
I have a name for it Lord
if they think they've wept like my soul
they ain't seen the girl on my road