Smog Cutter

I've lost my notion
I've lost my pattern
I feel frustrated
I feel so shattered
But it don't matter

Hard to imagine
Fit to discover
Poison idea
Never abandon
Forever amber

You've got a body
Ivory hour
Dreams are so livid
And out of ballad
And pale and pallid

They pull my daisy
Way back in Dallas
Don't call me baby
You take my malice
And give me maybe

To feel explosive
To be uncertain
Hurried impulsive
It's out of fashion
Remote devotion

I've lost my notion
I've lost my pattern
I feel frustrated
I feel so shattered
But it don't matter

They pull my daisy
Way back in Dallas
Don't call me baby
You take my malice
And give me maybe