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)