The city has sex with itself I suppose
As the concrete collides well, the scenery grows
And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed
They undressed their wounds for each other
And there is 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 its sleep and burst into green
Well, I cried
And you would think I would 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 somethin´ more now
But it just goes to show it is not what you know
It´s what you were thinking of half the time
This feeling´s familiar
I´ve been here before
In a kitchen this quiet, I waited for

A sign of just something that might reassure me of anything close
To meaning or motion with  reasons 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 is a passing event that will be forgotten