Poppyland - Stephin Merritt
Poppyland
when black waves break
on 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
