dandelion
black country communion
as i rise from golden slumbers
and i want to take you with me
then you vanish right before me
and the room smells like a flower
in the palace of the kings
yet the fruit is sometimes sour
as i stumble to the parlor
i am filled with no regret
and i am but a troubadour
this house was once a vacancy
now gold has turned to rust
but life is just a lesson
got me spun up on the wire
i have come to my decision
i hear the blackbird sing
i hear the blackbird sing
got me spun up on the wire
i have come to my decision
got me spun up on the wire
i have come to my decision
i hear the blackbird sing
i hear the blackbird sing