Gazebo tree de Kristin Hersh

That sky is a-shine with sheen, those eyes are a green
spare me your
in my rainy gazebo
deep in my silver
the walls are all thick with
my, but you slay
in my rainy gazebo
bless my baby eyes, don't you know jesus died?...
i'm better off
strip and you lose your
what's in that thermos man?...
your female's a garbage
so you haven't filled her
ok try to fill my
it's moonshine from
well, i guess it can't wreck
spare me your moon shining in my rainy gazebo