[00:01.940] The city has *** with itself I suppose
[00:05.127] As the concrete collides, while the scenery grows
[00:08.413] And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed
[00:12.288] Having undressed their wounds for each other
[00:15.505] And there's a boy in a basement with a four-track machine
[00:18.961] He's been strumming and screaming all night, down there
[00:22.529] The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings
[00:25.799] They say it's better to bury your sadness
[00:29.207] In a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to
[00:32.844] Awake from it's sleep and burst into green
[00:39.330] Well I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it
[00:45.530] But the sadness just sleeps and it stays in my spine
[00:48.878] For the rest of my life
[00:53.302] And I've learned and you'd think I'd be something more now
[00:59.257] But it just goes to show it is not what you know
[01:02.817] It is what you were thinking at the time
[01:13.071] This feeling's familiar, I've been here before
[01:16.190] In a kitchen this quiet I waited for a sign or
[01:20.540] Just something that might reassure me of
[01:23.413] Anything close to meaning or motion (with a reason to move)
[01:30.027] I need something I want to be close to
[01:36.254] And I scream, but I still don't know why I do it
[01:42.320] Because the sound never stays it just swells and decays
[01:45.954] So what is the point?
[01:50.085] Why try to fight what is now so certain?
[01:56.361] The truth is all that I am is a passing event that will be forgotten

The city has *** 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's been strumming and screaming all night, down there
The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings
They say it's better to bury your sadness
In a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to
Awake from it's sleep and burst into green
Well I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it
But the sadness just sleeps and it stays in my spine
For the rest of my life
And I've learned and you'd think I'd be something more now
But it just goes to show it is not what you know
It is what you were thinking at the time
This feeling's familiar, I've been here before
In a kitchen this quiet I waited for a sign or
Just something that might reassure me of
Anything close to meaning or motion (with a reason to move)
I need something I want to be close to
And I scream, but I still don't know why I do it
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 passing event that will be forgotten