There's a man walking
With a rope and a shovel in his hand
And he's digging, he's digging
Down to clay,
I lean back and watch the ceiling sway

You make these feelings
Go away
You make these feelings
Go away
You make these feelings
Go away
You make these feelings
Go away

Cause seeing him is easy when no ones around
Finding him's easy when all that you've found
All gardens and sirens both move to the sound
Of little worms writhing -

But you make these feelings
Go away
You make these feelings
Go

So come then, come over, and sit by me
Swallow the arrow following me
Nothing to fill in,
Nothing to free
Nothing here love but cavity