Lyric The City Has Sex

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
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
But 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
Well, I ve cried
And you would think I d feel 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 s what you were thinking at the time
This feeling s familiar, I ve been here before
In a kitchen this quiet I waited for
A sign or just something
That might reassure me of anything close
To meaning or motion, with a reason to move
I needed something I want to be close to
And I scream
But I still don t know why I do it
Because the sound never stays, it just swells and decays
So what is the point?
Why try
To fight what is now so certain?
The truth is all that I am
Is a passing event
That will be forgotten