Swinglow

Trees are fools, they envy light
They parade all day, they parade all night
Lights are lined up like they'll never get out of place
Like a dark hand that covers up every face

Baby are you a shadow
A smile in a crowd
Where you can hide away inside
Like you were wearing a shroud

Trees want to get lost
With the hand that doesn't talk
With the wind at any cost
With the wind at any cost

I gave a girl a white dress
It was made of white lace
So she could wear it in the dark
And see throughout all space
She runs away like a thief