silver daisy,
life drawn still,
mister´s gone crazy,
he´s out on the windowsill.

pick for him flowers,
red as blood,
mean as he scowls,
he´s soft as mud.

this is the longest night,
and it´s dark all day,
like old cold and gray,
well maybe i´ll 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 weren´t a wonderful man to me.

this is the longest night,
and it´s dark all day,
like old cold and gray,
well maybe i´ll 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 i´ll meet him one day.