歌詞: Mountain Goats, The. Chanson Du Bon Chose.

saw the sycamore underneath the moon

i was waiting for something & you were sleeping in the living room

and it was five-sixteen a.m. - the air was sharp and cool

and i wondered where you buried our dark little jewel

and the heat rising, in the room

i am digging graves. i am digging graves

and the water boiling, on the stove

i am digging graves. i am digging graves



so i held you close to me

i saw the shadows start to gather outside beneath the sycamore tree

and something was changing

this was something here entirely new

bursting into blossom inside of us both with the sun coming up and

me holding onto you



and your body breathing on mine

i am digging graves. i am digging graves

and your hands running through my hair

i am digging graves. i am digging graves