Poppy and Fairy Green
Eye to eye in the morning
The old friend is in pain
He's trying to keep sane
They're redoing the world
Sitting at his fisherman table
At the foot of the lighthouse
With its beams that swirl
Endlessly, endlessly
Like their heads and their fables
And as the morning rises
She can see Death in his eyes
And she loves him so much
She loves him so much
They've known each other for quite a while
And she can see death looming in his eyes
He will never mention his suffering
Makes her promise to enjoy living
But for now, Poppy and Fairy Green
Are sipping absinthe and having morphine
For breakfast, as their laughter is remaining
And as the morning rises
She can see Death in his eyes
And she loves him so much
She loves him so much
Her friend is sitting there
On his favorite chair
Sipping absinthe, having morphine
At dawn, on the island of their dream
