as i rise from golden slumbers to my own mortality and i want to take you with me to my lone tranquility then you vanish right before me and the room smells like a flower in the palace of the kings yet the fruit is sometimes sour my dandelion my liberty my dandelion your devotee my dandelion this alchemy my dandelion as i stumble to the parlor i am filled with no regret and i am but a troubadour i am the last prophet this house was once a vacancy now gold has turned to rust but life is just a lesson and full of wanderlust my dandelion my liberty my dandelion your devotee my dandelion this alchemy my dandelion and i take dandelion this is my inquisition got me spun up on the wire and i make dandelion i have come to my decision gonna walk into the fire i hear the blackbird sing it s everything i hear the blackbird sing it s what you bring and i take dandelion this is my inquisition got me spun up on the wire and i make dandelion i have come to my decision gonna walk into the fire and i take dandelion this is my inquisition got me spun up on the wire and i make dandelion i have come to my decision gonna walk into the fire i hear the blackbird sing it s everything i hear the blackbird sing it s what you bring dandelion