I woke up from a purple dream
The house was dark a lonely gleem
Had flashed upon my waking eyes
Such a sad device
That I could not seem to make nice
I'm still the same old boy you see
A little more tough than I used to be
But I'm still not good at goodbyes
And I still keep putting out fires
That come to be
The charm of you has come to me
And I'm a little more soft than I used to be
But I still can take a surprise
You've got the sweetest replies
And I just keep killing the flies