Hands In The Ground.

If you're gone before I'm there
And your yellowing walls appear
Beneath scrubbed, greying sheets
Look inside and see
If you can't believe it's me
Hiding out beneath eiderdown skies
You are so hard to deceive
Forget everything...

Go outside to virgin ground
And dig a hole and bury my hands
In the soil
'Cause I don't like how I'm feeling.

If you can shake your head
And break through shadowy walls of sleep
Draw the blinds above your bed
And try hard to see
Through your windows into the street
At little patches of ironed down lawn
It is so hard to believe
You can do anything...

I don't know why my friends are
So strung out
Everybody's on their backs
And I don't know if they're sleeping
Go outside to virgin ground
And dig a hole and bury my hands
In the soil
'Cause I don't like how I'm feeling.