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