Neighborhood Song - Restorations

In a town where the kids try their best to sound just like their parents

The parents can’t help but sound just like their kids

He says «Man, you don’t know me»

With a long late-morning stare

He says «I want you to know that you do not know»

I let it sink in

How I’m sinking

Unbound leaves in a black drawer

Dusty snow under a flickering light

All that white noise over the things we have catalogued

Will you free me from the days where this panic tears at my soul

Free me from the days where I don’t know my home

The song of the neighborhood

Sung like the song of the world