FloriDada

[Verse 1] Child of limousines What's the best place That you have seen All of the hands That you have shook Home of the queen of Everything fancy Is there a smell That you can tell Gives you some peace Sends you to hell All of the beds That you have yearned Is there a dream to Where you’d return Where is the plight With the most stars Where do you drink By Echo guitars What’s the best shore Seen from a boat Miniature heads that Color the shore line If you could rest A minute to tell Get me some grass Iridescent shells I know there’s a nest Fit with a hatch Sunset a glowin’ Makes us all sweaty [Pre-Chorus] I don’t even know where to begin Or how I should start these days The green mountain south or The Clay of the westerns The Maryland meadows at midnight They do have a misty grace Take a trip to blue bayou Find Roy Orbison cryin’ A continent molded from glass Or maybe a town I can taste Dresses that glow on Girls from Barcelona I wanna discover the key And open the everywhere place A mix of sky from Montana Dipped in FloriDada [Chorus] Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada [Verse 2] Old demented men Where is the place We can extend Crooked state lines Polka dot signs Say that this place is A state of mind Pretty lip girls Paint me the halls Not on a street Not near a mall Raise me a thumb From human skin That isn’t judged by Where it begins Show me the clams Show me the pearls Mail me a note Sent from a world That isn’t so far And always right here Where all the boundaries Have disappeared And all the nights Are stitched with a glue That’s sticking to me And I’ll stick to you I’ll take your hands You’ll take my face And everywhere home will Be a good place [Pre-Chorus] I found myself there a collagin’ With all of the human race A dancer from Ghana Smiling in Tijuana I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada And corn on the plates A smear of gardenia In the fair hair of sweden And maybe I actually visited Some sort of mythical place Or was it a future Connected by sutures Oh let’s go get lost in the image I made of the everywhere place I see the lads from Osaka Dyed in FloriDada [Chorus] Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada [Bridge] Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go [Chorus] Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada