Eucalyptus.

I'll plant a row of eucalyptus and they will grow up to protect us. They'll block the rain with their salty leaves. They'll keep the wind from our short short sleeves. Well if he comes and tries to find us, we'll just grab hold of the branches above us and we'll sit up here, we will wait a year. We'll come back. We'll come back when the coast is clear.

Oh no... It's a row, a row of stumps surrounding us. It's bright and cold and lonesome. We must have cut them down in our sleep. In our sleep we must have cut down all the trees. Oh no.

And now the wind, it hits our sleeves, it's freezing, we got colder, older, we got older without those trunks surrounding us. I can see for miles tonight and I think I see a distant light and I need to find out what those are. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Sorry about the stumps. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

You're sitting here on bloody knees, where once were eucalyptus trees. See you in the night, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Oh no...

(The Deadly Syndrome)