作词 : Mountain Goats
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