Tuesday Moon

I dreamt that, um

I was off in a forest somewhere

I don't know where, but somewhere

And I was sitting on top of this huge tree

And I don't know how I got up there

Like that tree way over there

That's just a little tiny twig

I was just sitting on it

And I was afraid to move and

I moved and the tree just bent with me

That was weird

That's cool!

Your love is like a building

Pushing up towards the sky

I just want to climb your tower

To your dress like apple pie

Oh, I love you on a Tuesday

Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon

Vegetable hand on my perfume

I am changing colors daily

Jumping to my postbox

Now everything's exploding, baby

In your dress, I'll sleep a while

Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday

Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday moon

Into the air like a balloon

She's taking scissors to her wing

It's ink and easel through my room

With no arms and legs, can you dig?

Can you dig it?

Your love is like a drunken stupor

Falling into push paper holes

Into my insides, I scoop her

Burning up her real time flows

Oh, I love you on a Tuesday

Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon

Vegetable hand on my perfume

Vegetable hand on my perfume

Vegetable hand on my perfume