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 what's in between   The sky above is aglow with evil love