Wake up your things And steal away after dark. If only we'd sleep Long enough to dream. We'll settle in trees, Carve our names in the bark Till our young are moved In the purple dark. Tell us a tale Of ships with holes in their seams; How they sink down Into frozen dreams. Tell me the one Of dark spots in the sun; Keep our cold skin From living on the run. But those words that you spoke Twist till they lose their appeal. And that catch in your throat, It gives you away, It's not real. Tired of trees; Drop them all down. Build a new life On the barren ground. Two story house With blankets on the walls To keep our young love From having ugly falls.