I'm digging for gold, but heaven knows what I'll be finding underneath
Pictures of you, from scraps we pieced together in our memories
They got old, you stayed the same
Do you watch them grow, oh little rose?
I'm digging for gold, oh heaven knows if I'll be climbing back at all
I followed you down, down, down, and if not for three of four of you I'd stay below
We all sang along, but every hymn falling on deafest of ears
The hardest of falls and I'm down to my knees
I look for you sleeping
She sleeps elsewhere
It was dark in the halls, so I kept to the walls
I was following the hush of your voices
I remember I knew when I walked in the room
It was written all over your faces
Close, I'll keep you close
That way you'll never be alone