The other side of the platinum door Another day in quicksand Still feel close to nowhere I hope this is the right way How come you see me as an enemy? We just think in different words I see beauty in dead flowers I let the tide show me what`s next But

I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin' as the flowers is in May And I have a funny,

I'm breaking through I'm bending spoons I'm keeping flowers In full bloom I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs I'm tossing out punchlines That were never there Over my shoulder a piano falls Crashing to the ground

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers If you want the things you love You must have showers So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven For you and me Every time it rains It rains pennies from heaven

You've done me wrong for a long, long time. And all you've done still never changed my mind so Try to love me, oh please honey try. My love for you will never die. These flowers grow where I lay and rest And these colored blossoms darling, hold to your

And it all comes down to you You see your gypsy She was just a wish So I'm back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the gypsy that I was Well, you know that it

You can't imagine how I hate this Put the flowers you find in a vase Don't let them die on the vine, it's a waste There's a science to walking through windows I'm trying, but I've gone Through the glass again Just come and find me

And it all comes down to you You see your gypsy She was just a wish So I'm back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the gypsy that I was Well, you know that it

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been