He casts the kind of glow only a city knows Light creeping into the coffin Of these sleepy suburban homes He’s so alive in the places everyone here has a hole Bury myself in the front lawn Hope he’ll come dig up my bones
Streets here are cemeteries They feel alive when they’re dead He wakes up all of the skeletons Every time I look at him He reminds me beautiful things Can come from something ugly Flowers grow amongst the weeds Good things have come from nothing
He casts the kind of glow only a city knows He’s so alive in the places everyone here has a hole
