Poppyland - Stephin Merritt
**i can not hear this song enough**
Poppyland when black waves breakon the world you make
the pieces go to poppyland wished-upon moonbeams
and abandoned dreams
they fall like snow on poppyland and when the bloom is off the rose, man
poppyland is where it goes in the tame gray here, we all disappear
but the walls have eyes in poppyland all your favorite things
are painted on the wings
of the butterflies of poppyland and the people the gods forgive, man
poppyland is where they live
