City of the Dead

You can walk for miles
In the evening to clear your head
Still wake up each day
In the city of the dead

So many things you can’t undo
You can only push through
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
Set the clock ticking
And start digging a hole big enough to bury these guys

Now there’s a Halloween flood
It’s filling up the basement
And there’s a wild wind upstairs
It’s rattling the casements

But i’ll still make the coffee
& we still make the beds
& the kids are scarred but smarter
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
There’s colonial dirt that you can’t fertilize

Mutate the world under orangey skies
Cover your face when you need a disguise
Unleash a storm and a season to bring back the butterflies