Smog Cutter

I've lost my notion, I've lost my pattern
I feel frustrated, I feel so shattered
But it don't matter, hard to imagine
Fit to discover, poison idea
Never abandoned, forever amber
You've got a body, ivory hour
Dreams are so livid and out of ballad
And pale and pallid, they pull my daisy
Way back in Dallas, don't call me baby
You take my malice and give me maybe
To feel explosive, to be uncertain
Hurried impulsive, it's out of fashion
Remote devotion

I've lost my notion, I've lost my pattern
I feel frustrated, I feel so shattered
But it don't mattеr, they pull my daisy
Way back in Dallas, don't call me baby
You take my malicе and give me maybe