I couldn't help it, yes, I let it get in
The helpless optimism of spring
Worn out and tired, and my heart near retired
And the world bent double from weeping
And yet, the birds begin to sing, ooh, oh
Daffodil
Daffodil
I'm not bad, I'm not good
I drank every sky that I could
Made myself mythical, tried to be real
Saw the future in the face of a
Daffodil
Daffodil
Daffodil
Daffodil
We practice resurrection every night
Raising the dead under the moonlight
And in the gloaming, I start to cry
You're a perfect pearl hung in the sky
There is no bad, there is no good
I drank all the blood that I could
Made myself mythical, tried to be real
Saw the future in the face of a
Daffodil
Daffodil
Daffodil
Daffodil
English sun, she has come
To kiss my face and tell me I'm that chosen one
A generation soaked in grief
We're drying out and hanging on by the skin of our teeth
I never thought it would get this far
This somewhat drunken joke
Sometimes, I see so much beauty
I don't think that I can cope
There is no bad, there is no good
I drank every sky that I could
Made myself mythical, tried to be real
Saw the future in the face of a
Daffodil
Daffodil
Daffodil
Daffodil
