i am crawling through the thicket of my own jungle i am waiting in the swamp of my heart i could make it on my own if i would not stumble and not have lost track right here from the start all these people left and right must be dead already but in fact they act as if they don t know they have fallen with the darkness their eyes unsteady should have gone but they re not ready to go will you cut up the palm trees around me i m calling daisy will you bring down the walls that surround me i m calling daisy i am searching for the man that i thought i could be now i feel my mind is falling apart i got stuck inside the brushwood of mediocrity the land i seek is not on my chart do you think it s in my genes that i m determined to fail will i be melting like a flake into snow my eyes are shining brighter then the shiniest pale i am still walking but i m talking to slow will you cut up the palm trees around me i m calling daisy will you bring down the walls that surround me i m calling daisy i m calling daisy will you cut up the palm trees around me i m calling daisy will you bring down the walls that surround me i m calling daisy will you cut up the palm trees around me i m calling daisy will you bring down the walls that surround me i m calling daisy