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, they‘re all still on
They’re flashing images across the walls