I can hear the cries of the dead
maybe it's your neighbor beating his dog in the basement
I can hear the cries of the dead
muffled by the ground, but still loud enough to make it out
monkey webs of concrete road disappear in time
leaves and trees that grow from seeds will cover us in time
swallowing all of the buildings
and every single piece of trash
I can hear the cries of the dead
maybe it's your neighbor playing his trumpet in the basement
I can hear the cries of the dead
muffled by the ground, but still loud enough to make it out
you went to the mountains true, and painted what you saw
you came back late and hid the painting underneath the couch
and I wasn't there when you made it
but I feel like I'm there when I'm looking at it
hoo, hoo, hoo-ooh, hoo
hoo, hoo, hoo-ooh
I can hear the cries of the dead
maybe it's your neighbor beating his dog his dog in the basement
I can hear the cries of the dead
muffled by the ground, but still loud enough to make it out