I can hear the cries of the dead   maybe it's your neighbor beating his dog in the basement   I can hear the cries of the dead   muffled by the ground, but still loud enough to make it out      monkey webs of concrete rope disappear in time   beans and trees that grow from seeds will cover us in time   swallowing all of the buildings   and every single piece of trash      I can hear the cries of the dead   maybe it's your neighbor playing his trumpet in the basement   I can hear the cries of the dead   muffled by the ground, but still loud enough to make it out      you went to the mountains true, and painted what you saw   you came back late and hid the painting underneath the couch   and I wasn't there when you made it   but I feel like I'm there when I'm looking at it      hoo, hoo, hoo-ooh, hoo   hoo, hoo, hoo-ooh      I can hear the cries of the dead   maybe it's your neighbor beating his dog his dog in the basement   I can hear the cries of the dead   muffled by the ground, but still loud enough to make it out