The City Has Sex - Companion Version

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
'Cause 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

And I've cried
And you'd think I'd be better for it
But the sadness just sleeps and it stays in your spine
For the rest of your life

And I've learned
And you'd think I'd be something more now
But it just goes to show, it's 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 that I want be close to

And I scream
But I still don't know why I'll do it
The sound never stays, just swells and decays
So what is the point?

Why try
To fight what is now so certain?
The truth is all I am, just a passing event
That will be forgotten