Death on a Sunny Day

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