Snow on Dead Neighborhoods

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