Daisy Fingers

I once knew a girl who had daisy for fingers grew lollipops straight from her hair. She traveled by pony and never looked lonely, my friend she'd insist without care. Called all her family, spoke mostly harmony, seemed to have it figured out. Painted in rainbows in shades only she knows around her ideas came to sprout. And now that we are older, she still haunts me. Through dark and warm she always wears a smile. So for you, my friend, a song to say, "I'm still inspired by you." I asked her how one could be positive and hopeful when everything falls apart. "Life isn't fair," she said. "Make it a fair," she said. "Always be prepared," she said. "To sing." Love is invented, and wars are prevented, and we can do anything. Chin up and be it, for that's what I'll be when we're eighty years young we'll be here, you'll see And now that we are older, she still haunts me. Through dark and warm she always wears a smile. So for you, my friend, a song to say, "I'm still inspired by you." "I'm still inspired by you." Somewhere in the world she plants trials of jellybeans Some leave them be and some take. In her eyes she makes a mistake, it's now a better place When love finally whisked her away from the rest, She wondered how we all continue to spin around and around 'til we lift off the ground, for what would she be without us? And now that we are older, she still haunts me. Through dark and warm she always wears a smile. So for you, my friend, a song to say, "I'm still inspired by you." "I'm still inspired by you." (x3)