Song | Cavity |
Artist | Hundred Waters |
Album | The Moon Rang Like a Bell |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 |
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 |