Tekstovi: Five For Fighting. ...Message For Albert. White Picket Fence.

I've cut off the curls, I shaved half my face
Became half the man, you asked to replace
I'm willing to save you, you said you're worth saving
But half of my appetite's lost half it's craving

Stand in the mirror, well that's me beside you
The one with the smile, the one who abides you
And I don't mind the madman, the killer, the lover
Well he's slowly fading one into the other

And where is that white picket fence
That I painted myself in the late days of April?
Where are the daffodil mountains?
I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden

You say that you're happy, well you should know better
I see that you've sewn up that rip in your sweater
That some lover tore off you, that left you both shaking
That bled deep inside you the wound you'd forsaken

And where is that white picket fence
That I painted myself in the late days of April?
Where are the daffodil mountains?
I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden

Don't fear I will save you, don't shout you'll awaken
The corpse in the desert staked out beside you
I cut off his wing and shaved half his face
But I thought that I saw his eyes move