Notes

Eaves "Green Hands"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ItolSZ7dYo

.24] You tried putting yourself in the mindset of a mailman,
And he would a-wail and whine on top of his shoeboxes,
And you would sit there in the corner tilling your grass laaaand,
You've got green, green hands my love,

And I would wake up and peer from the porthole,
Imagining I was moored in the Bay of Uncertainty,
Watch as the trees start to age with our fingers,
Our muscles decaying as we lay to bed, but it's,
Futile to dream of a land of undying,
Where merrymen dance and our bodies will sway,
To sound of the wind as it echoes around us,
Reminding us evil is here, to, stay......

[1.25] So let's dance and eat fruit by the gallows,
So blissfully ignorant to our old friends,
No more social climbing and denying a handshake,
The best medicine for loneliness is love to yourse-e-elf,
And knowing your mother is there,
While she still remembers your name,
Before her hair greys and she forgets the colour of sun,

[2.13] When you woke up on Saturday morning,
I saw you recalling the evening before,
You were draped on the sofa, so troubled by starlight,
And humming greensleeves as you stumbled to bed,
And it's meeee-eeee-eeee,
The one who will never be free,
The one with the serpent tattoo on her arm,
The one with the modern routine,

[2.43] I need your green hands to shade me from the light,
And to guide me in solitude when I'm ashen,
From the coffee cup fees, and financial trees,
The only growing that I'd like to do is in my brain,
It's unfathomable to think, that I'll end up in a sink,
Being washed away slowly, by chemical spit,
And it's heartless to think, that I'm quite on the brink,
Of losing myself but it's only realistic.....
It's Futile to dream of a land of undying,
Where merrymen dance and our bodies will sway,
To sound of the wind as it echoes around us,
Reminding us evil is here, to, stay......

[3.46] Green, green hands,
Oh, green, green h-a-a-ands,
Green green, hands,
Your green, green h-a-a-nds,
Green