Everything the dead don't know
Piles up like magazines and overflows
And everything that you won't see
Just swirls around
Comes down and buries me
Do you like this place?
Do you like this sound?
Do you like this taste?
Oh yeah, you're not around
But you are still the window we are
Looking out
A prism and a lens and a flood and a drought
Standing on the corner in the falling snow
Posing for a picture in a smile that says
Let's go
Don't let go
Let go
Standing on the corner in the falling snow
Arms around each other and a look that says
Let's go
Don't let go
Let go
Let's go
Don't let go
Let go