Everything the dead don't know
Piles up like magazines, overflows
And everything that you won't see
Just swirls around
Comes down and buries me

Do you like this place?
Do you like this sound?
Do you like this taste?
Oh yeah, you're not around
But you are still the window, we are
Looking out
A prison and a lens and a flood and a drought

Standing on the corner in the falling snow
Posing for a picture in a smile that says
Let's go, don't let go, let go!

Standing on the corner in the falling snow
Arms around each other and a look that says
Let's go, don't let go, let go!

Let's go, don't let go, let go!
Let's go, don't let go, let go!
Let's go, don't let go, let go!