I can hear the cries of the deadnmaybe it's your neighbor beating his dog in the basementnI can hear the cries of the deadnmuffled by the ground, but still loud enough to make it outnnmonkey webs of concrete road disappear in timenleaves and trees that grow from seeds will cover us in timenswallowing all of the buildingsnand every single piece of trashnnI can hear the cries of the deadnmaybe it's your neighbor playing his trumpet in the basementnI can hear the cries of the deadnmuffled by the ground, but still loud enough to make it outnnyou went to the mountains true, and painted what you sawnyou came back late and hid the painting underneath the couchnand I wasn't there when you made itnbut I feel like I'm there when I'm looking at itnnhoo, hoo, hoo-ooh, hoonhoo, hoo, hoo-oohnnI can hear the cries of the deadnmaybe it's your neighbor beating his dog his dog in the basementnI can hear the cries of the deadnmuffled by the ground, but still loud enough to make it out