Today I draw a line under the sand A trench to mark a splitting of the land Like a chainsaw cutting down the middle of an old willow tree It pushes against the human in me Barbed wire to secure my place Slogging away at a parapet It's a pretty filthy way to be My clothes are wet Stones in my shoes Dirt on my knees Here in a hole is a lonely girl, making herself lonelier Here in a hole is a lonely girl, making herself lonelier Here in a hole is a lonely girl, making herself lonely