Don't hide the treasures you've found in a hole in the ground,
How 'bout the tree back your house where the owls go,
Or in between the attic and the basement,
Somewhere it's not dark, dark, dark, dark.

Attic in a basement with a knife serrated, I'll protect you,
Don't hide the pleasures you've found in your rolling around,
Where all the leaves have been swept and the flowers grow,
And don't go finding a replacement,
I promise I'll show you heart, heart, heart, heart.
Finding replacement with a heart sedated, I'll forget you.

And you won't make a sound or be nervous around piles of pictures,
So old that that it feels like it is ending.
It's not too late now to change your mind,
The grass gets greener when you get to the finish line.

An attic in a basement,
An attic in a basement,
An attic in a basement,
An attic in a basement,
An attic in a basement,
An attic in a basement.

And you won't make a sound or be nervous around piles of pictures,
So old taht it feels like it is ending,
It shouldn't feel like it is ending