[Verse 1]
Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I'd forgotten the taste
Don't make me go back
All the plans we tiptoed around
In quiet hours, Daffodil buds
There is a reason
The first nine months doesn't count
[Refrain]
Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it tears like a freight train
Through a christening
Displacing the new growth
And making everything ugly
Sometimes I want to make a home on it
To look between the wheels I'm scared of being under
I've started whistling in the mornings
I like to hear the birds sing
Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I'd forgotten the taste
Don't make me go back
All the plans we tiptoed around
In quiet hours, Daffodil buds
There is a reason
The first nine months doesn't count
[Refrain]
Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it tears like a freight train
Through a christening
Displacing the new growth
And making everything ugly
Sometimes I want to make a home on it
To look between the wheels I'm scared of being under
I've started whistling in the mornings
I like to hear the birds sing
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