Hanging low a big embrace of Aztec moon
You throwing down a glow on this fluorescent tune
And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed
Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read

Void of movement, void of feeling, void of life
Shadows crackles Spanish churchs in the night
Don't feel sour in the far window there
Don't be bothered by the words in your head

When the sun goes down and just a night
This will bring up pretty, some old fly
And make what's dead come alive
For the long and lonely ride

Ancient highways, desert dust, diamond lit sky
Like some lost planet, never breathes any life
And barely moving, broken ears bend and crawl
Talk to where you're stuck in and I won't cease until dawn

Wake me up when you can hear
The sound of people getting near
Where what's dead come alive
And there's a long and lonely ride

Who can know there's so much life around us thins?
Life from heaven smiles down on this room
Some parade of colors, marching on music trails
Morning slips to evening, falls through holes in between days

And you can lose another year
Where are the pictures perfect teen?
And where what's dead come alive
And where you are comes alive

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Mark Edward Kozelek