I will follow you down
Your grave bent and furrowed
If I keep up my ways
Golden brown my lungs

What's down there
You'll show me
You will know by then
Dig mazes for us to follow
And we can build a life in the dirt

When I visit you are still
The ground falls under my feet
I know you have tunnels already
You can show me decay
Stash away our jewelry
In hollowed out dirt shelves

Like every great
You had to go first
To dig us tunnels
And make us a mud house