Spelunking - Laura Veirs

The tiny midnight caravan

Made its way across the black hills

As I watched from a distance

The slow-going glow

Their wandering you know

Made me pine

For the lamplight

Where you lie

If I took you darling

To the caverns of my heart

Would you light the lamp dear?

Would you light the lamp dear?

And see fish without eyes

Bats with their heads

Hanging down towards the ground

Would you still come around

Come around?

I believe in you

In your honesty and your eyes

Even when I’m sloshing

In the muck of my demise

A large part of me

Is always and forever tied

To the lamplight

Of your eyes, of your eyes