Lyrics

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