Wicked Thing

Oh, you wicked thing Over the underpass Pass me the overflow Missing the point That I'll never know You're the dog that doesn't bark As the night falls into place You are the stars in the park That I know I can't replace You're the glass that I just poured You're the ringing of bar chords You wake me in the morning And call me when you're bored You're the ladder fallen over You're the hammer in the shoulder The smoke in my eyes And the clouds across night skies Oh, you wicked thing Oh-oh, you wicked thing Oh, you wicked thing Oh, you wicked thing You're the treetops and basement You're the wagon and the wedding ring The lesser of evils And the most important thing You're the emails and phone calls You're the highways and drywall You know everything I'm thinking And nothing at all Oh, you wicked thing Oh-oh, you wicked thing Oh, you wicked thing Oh, you wicked thing You're the missing piece You're the passenger and car keys The plants in the garden And late-night TV You're the rain that turns to snow You're the light in the window The teller of stories And the ache in my bones Oh, you wicked thing Oh-oh, you wicked thing Oh, you wicked thing Oh, you wicked thing Oh, you wicked thing Oh-oh, you wicked thing Oh, you wicked thing Oh, you wicked thing