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