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