You were taller than Santa and smaller around
We stood on the corner and watched the people hurrying through town
Nighttime had fallen and bruised both his knees
The fork had run off with the spoon and the cheese
There's sharks in the moat
There's sharks in the moat
Stranger than fiction this friction between
All that I say to know that I truly truly mean
Tunelessly talking and tapping our feet
But words are like nickels in the currency of our sweet defeat
There's sharks in the moat
There's sharks in the moat
You're the wind that blows my sail
You battered me, you battered me
<i>You're the wind that blows my sail
You battered me, you battered me</i>
<i>Won't you just stay with me
I cannot sleep, I never sleep</i>
<i>You're okay to someone
You'll never be, never be</i>
There's sharks in the moat
There's sharks in the moat
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