by Michael Nau, of Page Francennnnblue strawberriesnnfrom the garden growing highnnfour sweet colorsnnand a million bubbles in the skynni took a picturennyou held the sun between your eyesnni was born a bastardnnmy love, you always had it rightnnbut in a sky of diamondsnnupside-down i'm flyingnni watched people dyingnntill you and i were dying toonnso it happenednni imagined you tonightnntied to a red balloonnni watched it float you through the skynni snapped a picturenncause i could never trust my mindnni was born a wishernnwho never seemed to have the timennnow when i look around mennall i see are upside-downiesnnclimbing up the upside-down treesnnhiding in the upside-down leavesnnbelow a sky of diamondsnnthere floats a golden islandnnmaybe i'll never find itnnbut dear, i won't stop tryingnnsomewhere blue birds are flyingnnwe'll sing a song to die innni'll sing a songnni'll sing a songnni'll sing a song