If you were a Cyprus Tree

And I was a silky oak

I'd hold your hands underground

I'd reach my fingers through the pulsing peat and microbes

Just to hold your hands underground

In the winter we surrender our summer clothes

Standin naked just when its the bitterest of cold

But it won't matter

Cos we'll be holding hands undergound

Holding your hand underground

Holding your hands underground

If I were a lake

And you were a river

I'd hold your hands underground

I'd reach my fingers through the deepest darkest acquifers

Just to hold your hands underground

Oh I'd run with you all the way down to the ocean

Though her salt will render us forever changed

It won't matter

Cos we'll be holding hands underground

Holding your hands underground

Holding your hands underground

Holding your hands underground

Holding your hands

Underground where the prowling winds can't reach us

Underground where the sun's fierce kiss can't beat us

Underground

Holding your hand

Underground

Holding your hand

Underground

Holding your hand

Underground

Holding your hand

Underground

Holding your hands underground