The city has s** with itself I suppose As the concrete collides while the scenery grows And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed Having undressed their wounds for each other And there's a boy in a basement with a four track machine He The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings But they say it In a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring To awake from its sleep and burst into green Well, I And you would think I'd feel better for it But the sadness just sleeps And it stays in my spine For the rest of my life And I And you But it just goes to show It is not what you know It's what you were thinking at the time This feeling In a kitchen this quiet I waited for A sign or just something That might rea**ure me of anything close To meaning or motion, with a reason to move I needed something I want to be close to And I scream But I still don Because the sound never stays, it just swells and decays So what is the point? Why try To fight what is now so certain? The truth is all that I am Is a pa**ing event That will be forgotten