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 love