Let's call this the quiet city:   Where screams are flet as a wave of stoplights   Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night   I'm hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away   The sides we take divide us from our faith   And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire      Asleep you set the fire in your own house   And the night was a knife that cut   And I'm paralyzed      Cross out the eyes   Blur all the lines   Tearing this canvas from the wall   We crossed out the eyes   Put lines through these cries   We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall      A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed   Hear voices from another room   "It happens all the time"   But July in the sand   Then the leaves that fall   And counting down our days to live....   Drain the blood from this valentine.      "We can rise on the wings of the dove   See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke   We can rise like candles in the dark your always"   and an envelope marked with your new address      It was the first time face to face   I'm crossing the line   Talking to the other side of death   Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines   I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away      Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field   stretched out of this world into the sound of a trace of blood in a love song   What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days?   I'm hoping the snow will push these dreams of you away