Snow On Dead Neighborhoods

Pluck all the wires from your skin, and toss them to the wind

Open your chest and let me in, I'll help you mend

While you carve our names in the ice on the sidewalk

And I do the same on the face of a cinderblock

Thousands of houses hug this road, but no one's home

All the picket fences look like bones, 'cause nothing grows

Snow covers everything in sight a ghostly white

Under that blanket there's no life, just blinking lights

And we peer through the glass of those empty households

The TVs are all still on. They're flashing images against the walls