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