Dig Further Down - Mike Gordon

You told me you were made of gold

Walked a mile and dug a hole

And buried yourself in the dark

And dirty ground

With a shovel and a pirates map

I made it to Devil's Gap

And I dug all night

But there's nothing that I found

I'm trying to dig further down

I'm hoping to scrape across the tip of your buried crown

I'm finding the way you live to be unsound

But I'm still trying to dig further down further down

When I first saw your sunny style

I was thinking behind a smile

And I didn't run away from home

And drink wine in some park

And the door that made see

You laugh with the sound of sin

And I can't see your life

Without trying to find the dark

I'm trying to dig further down

I'm hoping to scrape across

The tip of your buried crown

I'm finding the way you live to be unsound

But I'm still trying to dig further down

Further down further down

I'm trying to dig further down

I'm hoping to scrape across

The tip of your buried crown

I'm finding the way you live to be unsound

But I'm still trying to dig further down

I'm still trying to dig further down

I'm still trying to dig further down

I'm still trying to dig further down

I'm still trying to dig further down