Cries of the Dead

I can hear the cries of the dead
Maybe it's your neighbour 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
Weeds and trees that grow from seed 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 its your neighbour playing his trumpet in the basement
I can hear the cries of the dead
Muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make a sound

You went to the mountains true and painted what you saw
You came back late and hid the painting underneath our couch
And I wasn't there when you made it
But I feel like I'm there when I'm lookin' at it

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I can hear the cries of the dead
Maybe its your neighbour 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