The City Has Sex Lyrics - Letting Off The Happiness - Bright Eyes

The city has sex with itself I suppose 

As the concrete collides well, the scenery grows 

And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed 

They undressed their wounds for each other 

And there is 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 

They say 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 

Well, I cried 

And you would think I would better for it 

But the sadness just sleeps and it stays in my spine 

For the rest of my life 

And I've learned 

And you'd think I'd be somethin' more now 

But it just goes to show it is not what you know 

It's what you were thinking of half the time 

This feeling's familiar 

I've been here before 

In a kitchen this quiet, I waited for 

A sign of just something that might reassure me of anything close 

To meaning or motion with reasons to move 

I need something I want to be close to 

And I scream but I still don't know why I do it 

Because the sound never stays it just swells and decays 

So what is the point?