I've taken to lying my head below my heart And using my hands to cover my open mouth Cause I could feel my front porch And I could sense red blood moving around There was subtlety in the calm You came suddenly and then you were gone What was it that made you forget to brace your fall? Was it the third disappearance toward the beaten wall Now with you up the pine I can see your life unfolding itself What is the nature that is hindering my love There is some dirt and there is digging to be done