It was a clear, cool night
When he first began
Standing in the trees
Hiding his face behind the trunk
Shoulder peeking out
I covered it in leave
Which might seem an odd thing to have done
But this man knew my love
Oh, this man had a grateful heart
So, on that clear, cool night
When you squinted through the glass
At the moon caught in the leaves
You didn't see norm
No, you didn't see norm
