And I’m walking through death on a sunny day
Trying to search for a soul
And if I found one suitable for me
I’d replace it with the one that got old
And I’m frolicking through fields of cries and gloom
I’d take you with me but I heard it’s out of room
Besides, you don’t deserve to be as happy as me
I’d rather you stand outside the gates and
Look away from my doom

*I… I find peace in all this turmoil
And honey in the blood
I’d rather not expose you to the drama
You wouldn’t, oh you wouldn’t, wouldn’t ever believe
your eyes

And I’m picking flowers on a sunny day
Searching for bees and portals
And depending on what I find first
I’d replace each with a mortal
And I’m masturbating my time with a broom
I’d sweep it away, not like I have to go so soon
I’d rather fondle with time instead
Of waste it with a loom.

*

Picking flowers on a sunny day
Trying to search for a soul
Walking through death on a sunny day
I know I’d never get back the one I sold
But I’ve got a field, and deep eternal sky
And hell of enough time to laugh, to sleep, to cry
What could I miss out on I’ve got time for it all

Catch a spaceship, leave for Paris, gonna get me real far
I’d stop at Afghanistan right after every bar
I’d chase the lunatics down with a purple car
And make them beg me
To give them back their time, their life, their energy
I’d give them spoons and rocks and mocking birds to kill
I’d give them rice and mice and substitution of free will
I wouldn’t give them back their time their life, their
energy
I’d wear it as a belt and wash my hands in their dignity
And I’m masturbating my time with a broom
I’d sweep it away cuz I’ve got nothing better to do
I can’t leave, cuz if I could, I would have done it
But I’m still stuck here, so I’ll love it, and make the
best of it
So I’m walking through death on a sunny day
Tired and tempted, I had to run away
Now I’m stuck here with nothing better to do 
Than to masturbate my time with a wooden broom
With a wooden broom
2003