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