pluck all the wires from your skin and toss them to the wind open your chest and let me in I'll help you mend
while you carve our names in the ice on the sidewalk and I do the same on the face of a cinder block
thousands of houses hug this road but no one's home all the picket fences look like bones 'cause nothing grows snow covers everything in sight a ghostly white under that blanket there's no life just blinking lights
and we peer through the glass of those empty households the TVs are all still on; they're flashing images against the walls