The lid comes off, the seeds come out
And something clean begins
I cut the little cap away
And scoop the tangled gold
The seeds and strings go in a bowl
The hollow starts to hold
It's messy work, but honest work
And lovely underneath
Hollow out the old and tangled
Make a room inside
Create in me a clean heart, Lord
And let the good abide
The little lamb has found one seed
That tumbled to the floor
It carries it across the room
And guards it by the door
I rinse the seeds to roast them later
Nothing goes to waste
Hollow out the old and tangled
Make a room inside
Create in me a clean heart, Lord
And let the good abide
A clean heart, Lord, the psalmist prayed
And I pray with my spoon
For every hollow, emptied out
Can hold a golden moon
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Hollow out the old and tangled
Make a room inside
Create in me a clean heart, Lord
And let the good abide
Hollow out the old and tangled
Make a room inside
Create in me a clean heart, Lord
And let the good abide
The lid is off, the bowl is full
And the hollow's ready now
