Last hand I shook was a boat That floated on its back all day In the middle of a song about trees That're scared of the dark
Wait until you're gone to steal Some thoughts from off the shelf To trade for hats with holes And 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 what's in between The sky above is aglow with evil love
Who'll tend the trees and what's in between The sky above is aglow with evil love
Who'll tend the trees and what's in between The sky above is aglow with evil loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
