Silver daisy,
Life drawn still,
Misters gone crazy,
Hes out on the windowsill.

Pick for him flowers,
Red as blood,
Mean as he scowls,
Hes soft as mud.

This is the longest night,
And its dark all day,
Like old cold and gray,
Well maybe Ill meet him one day.

Peaceful stone-man,
You terribly-alone-man,
Were you a bad-to-the-bone-man,
Or just never quite grown,
Man, you were no wonderful man to me,
Were you ever good ? ,
You werent a wonderful man to me.

This is the longest night,
And its dark all day,
Like old cold and gray,
Well maybe Ill meet him one day.

Well is it just a loss of will that makes it,
Better to be still, and rotten away,
Like old cold and gray,
Maybe Ill meet him one day.