I've been digging for a long long time

And I'll keep going deep until I find what I find

My friends are my spade and the fossils I've saved

And I sell them for tuppence on grey rainy days

When colours of stories bleed out down the drain

Out gutters past doorways with crusted off paint

Down sewers and waterways into the sea

I wear them all on my face with my heart on my sleeve

I want to play it cool like I've something to hide

I want a duck feather fortress to shelter inside

I'm cis and I'm straight and I'm male and I'm white

And I don't really know why I'm terrified

I don't really know why I'm terrified

I used to be able to roll a good cigarette

Back when I danced naked to pay off my debt

And self flagellated to dampen my dreams

They're still saturated and torn at the seams

So I pick them up careful and I place them aside

I've got to keep digging until I find what I find

And I find that just knowing does not make me wise

Got dirt on my hands and old pain in my eyes

From telephones and mirrors and distant headlights

And I don't really know why I'm terrified

I don't really know why I'm terrified

But I think it was something about you

Yeah I think it was something about you

Each shovel load turned ends up burned in my mind

I can still see the urn from the day that I died

We're slaves to the graves that we scrape all our lives

And I don't really know why I'm terrified

I don't really know why I'm terrified

But I think it was something about you

Yeah I think it was something about you