There's a man walking With a rope and a shovel in his hand And he's digging Digging Down to clay I lean back and watch the ceiling sway You make these feelings go away You Love Who Floods Seeing him's easy when no ones around Finding him's easy when all that you've found Are gardens and sirens both move to the sound Of little worms writhing But you make these feelings go away You Love Who Floods (come then, come over, and sit by me Swallow the arrow following me Nothing to fill in, nothing to free Nothing here love but a cavity)