when i came home from the party
everything had changed
the city was beside itself
just one inch away
alright
my tongue gets split
my hands are gloves
i just can’t quite shake it off
i just can’t quite shake it off
i just can’t quite shake it off
when i came home from the movies
through each tenement line
the city was in rapture for
the 22nd time
alright
they haunted you in middle school
all the sunlit faces
marching through the crowd
all the sunlit faces
marching through the crowd
all that day and all that night
our dead friends walked into the streets
their faces in the doorways
like a mirror to your photographs
they mingled with the crowds until
the living and the dead became
each other