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