Sleepy Towns and Cemeteries

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] He casts the kind of glow Only a city knows He's so alive in the places Everyone here has a hole He casts the kind of glow Only a city knows He's so alive in the places Everyone here has a hole