Last hand I shook was a boat that floated on its back all day

In the middle of a song about trees that are scared of the dark

Wait until you're gone to steal some thoughts from offa the shelf

To trade for hats with holes that let the night shine through



Exchange our fears for little glass holes

And broken dreams of bent-backed trolls

Who'll tend the trees and what's in between



The sky above is aglow with evil love

The boat sank offshore in a birdbath dreamt by a broken wheel

Left by the side of the road right where night slipped and fell

And if I ever had they couldn't tell; if we were they didn't know

She might but if he did they can't, you must, I won't



Turn our tears to little black holes

To light the way for three blind moles

Who'll tend the trees and whats in between

The sky above is aglow with evil love