the burns of our beginnings are gone in lights like these 
orange white, they try to kill the night 
get turned on for the streets 
we could lay and give into them or pray for a small breeze 
the city plan is already made up, crossed off with names of trees 
that doesn't justify your wake 
the fences have been covered, a coating that is clear 
i've walked around and thought about back yards 
there's nothing like that here 
it's underneath the sidewalks and buried in your ear 
how could i have set off all these alarms and never have been near 
i don't care where you go 
that doesn't justify your wake 
the plow, the water turned 
we'll finish out of place 
we sought out the connection, the height of where we are 
the building tops look down and make us hot, they don't seem very far 
and all across the sidewalk 
try not to look too hard 
the broken glass cannot control itself, it makes fun of the stars 
i don't care where you go 
that doesn't justify your wake 
the plow, the water turned 
we'll finish out of place