The City Has Sex

And I scream but I still don't know why I do it
This feeling's familiar
And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed

So what is the point?

He's been strumming and screaming all night down there

To awake from its sleep and burst into green
The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings
To meaning or motion with reasons to move
They undressed their wounds for each other
But it just goes to show it is not what you know
Because the sound never stays it just swells and decays
They say it's better to bury your sadness
For the rest of my life
And there is a boy in a basement with a four track machine
Why try to fight what is now so certain?
In a kitchen this quiet, I waited for
And I've learned
Well, I cried
I need something I want to be close to
But the sadness just sleeps and it stays in my spine
I've been here before
A sign of just something that might reassure me of anything close
It's what you were thinking of half the time
And you would think I would better for it
And you'd think I'd be somethin' more now

In a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring