I've gripped a darken noon
And I've torn myself in two
I've scraped my shovel through the fledgling seeds and turned my gaze on you
I've turned my gaze on you
Now I've shaken with the darkest powers
That'll reduce life to sand
Where the little plats of hope and peace lie poisened by my hand
Lie poisened by my hand
I climb up Wake Up Hill
Saddened by the scene
Dark islands in the bay lie still
Sea is grey and mean
The sea is grey and mean
Well the garden of my dreams
Is all filled up with weeds
And the little tears I don't pull out will surely pull out me
Will surely pull out me
I climb up Wake Up Hill
Saddened by the scene
Dark islands in the bay lie still
Sea is grey and mean
The sea is grey and mean
And I may become a sunset
A fiery banishment of blue
I fear I may be slippin' to a silent bit of true
A silent bit of true
Or I'll be the glory birchtree
Out in the sunset yard
Be a pink and hush whiteness in a darkening of scars
A darkening of scars
I climb up Wake Up Hill
Saddened by the scene
Dark islands in the bay lie still
Sea is grey and mean
The sea is grey and mean