Landside/the Dig

Rush, rush, rush
Went the coal and went the water
Past the tufts, tufts, tufts
Snapping trees and fingers easy as all
Down it comes now prepare yourself
The black is gushing
Up, up, up
To the windows, curtains, and the cushions
Things are getting so untidy.
Hush, hush, hush
If you scream then everyone will start screaming
Numb, numb, numbs
Frozen limbs and frozen bottoms hold you
Still enough 'til you breathe
In three times it will take you
Up, up, up
High above your shoes and socks now
Things are getting so untidy, things are getting so untidy.
Broken are the backs of the shovel-bearers
Smoking on their breaks cutting conversations to t.v. shows
And places that they long to go
Long before the dig began
And long before the dig is over.