Let's call this the quiet city:
  Where screams are flet as a wave of stoplights
  Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
  The sides we take divide us from our faith
  And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
    Asleep you set the fire in your own house
  And the night was a knife that cut
  And I'm paralyzed
    Cross out the eyes
  Blur all the lines
  Tearing this canvas from the wall
  We crossed out the eyes
  Put lines through these cries
  We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
    A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
  Hear voices from another room
  "It happens all the time"
  But July in the sand
  Then the leaves that fall
  And counting down our days to live....
  Drain the blood from this valentine.
    "We can rise on the wings of the dove
  See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
  We can rise like candles in the dark your always"
  and an envelope marked with your new address
    It was the first time face to face
  I'm crossing the line
  Talking to the other side of death
  Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
  I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
    Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field
  stretched out of this world into the sound of a trace of blood in a love song
  What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days?
  I'm hoping the snow will push these dreams of you away