Standard (EADGBE)

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 buried our dark little jewel

Chorus

and the heat (flies?) in the room

I am digging graves, I am digging graves

and the water boiling on the stove

I am digging graves, I am digg-ing graves

[back to first pattern]

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

first thing into blossom inside of us both

with the sun coming up and me holding onto you

[to chorus pattern]

and your body breath(ing) on mine

i am digging graves, i am digging graves

and your hands fly thru my hair

i am digging graves, i am digging graves