City of the Dead

Well, you can walk for miles
In the evening to clear your head
But still wake up each day
Oh, in the city of the dead
So many things you can't undo
Well, you can only push through
And turn all your dirt over
Until the thing that grows is new
Remake the world under yellow skies
Cover your nose and open your eyes
At the clock ticking and start digging
A hole big enough to bury these guys
Yeah
Now there's a Halloween flood
That's filling up the basement
And there's a wild wind upstairs
It's rattling the casements
But I'll still make the coffee
And we still make the beds
And the kids are scarred but smarter
Oh, in the city of the dead
Yeah, in the city of the dead
Remake the world when the old one dies
Cover your mouth and open your eyes
Build your pyramids tall and your avenues wide
'Cause colonial dirt that you can't fertilize
You take world under orangey skies
Cover your face when you need a disguise
Unleash the storm and the season
To bring back the butterflies!
Unleash the storm and the season
To bring back the butterflies