[Verse 1: Conor Oberst]
The city has sex with itself, I suppose
As the concrete collides while the scenery grows
And the lonely, once bandaged, lay fully exposed
Having undressed their wounds for each other
[Verse 2: Conor Oberst]
And there's a boy in a basement with a four-track machine
He's been strumming and screaming all night down there
The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings
They say it's better to bury your sadness
In a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring
To awake from its sleep
And burst into green
[Chorus 1: Conor Oberst]
Well, I've cried
And you'd think I'd be better for it
But the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine
For the rest of my life
And I've learned
And you'd think I'd be something more now
But it just goes to show it is not what you know
It is what you were thinking at the time
The city has sex with itself, I suppose
As the concrete collides while the scenery grows
And the lonely, once bandaged, lay fully exposed
Having undressed their wounds for each other
[Verse 2: Conor Oberst]
And there's a boy in a basement with a four-track machine
He's been strumming and screaming all night down there
The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings
They say it's better to bury your sadness
In a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring
To awake from its sleep
And burst into green
[Chorus 1: Conor Oberst]
Well, I've cried
And you'd think I'd be better for it
But the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine
For the rest of my life
And I've learned
And you'd think I'd be something more now
But it just goes to show it is not what you know
It is what you were thinking at the time
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