Sleepy Towns and Cemeteries - Nicole Dollanganger

He casts the kind of glow only a city knows

Light creeping into the coffin of these sleepy suburban homes

He’s so alive in the places, everyone here has a hole

Bury myself in the front lawn, hope he’ll come dig up my bones

Streets here are cemeteries

They feel alive when they’re dead

He wakes up all of the skeletons

Every time I look at him

He reminds me beautiful things

Can come from something ugly

Flowers grow amongst the weeds

Good things have come from nothing

He casts the kind of glow only a city knows

He’s so alive in the places, everyone here has a hole

He casts the kind of glow only a city knows

He’s so alive in the places, everyone here has a hole