Oh, Excavator

Lyrics

What traditions do you hold so close to you? We've all but fallen for our leisure Safe houses and quiet gardens Oh, Excavator Do you only nurture when the sun is out? The light was shining on my stature You were at a boil Oh, Excavator I named you with certainty As if the surfaces of things Might represent The condition of something that is not tangible "Why don't you want to be found?" "Why don't you want to be found?"