Lyrics:

Track #4 from The Mountain Goats‘ Nine Black Poppies EP released in 1995.
I saw the sycamore underneath the moon
I was waiting for something
And you were sleeping out there in the living room
And it was 5:16 AM, the air was sharp and cool
And I wondered where you'd 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
There 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