Cavity

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