Neighbourhood #1 (Tunnels)
… and if all the snow buries my, my neighbourhood
If my parents are crying then I’ll dig a tunnel from my windows to yours
Yeah from my windows to yours
You climb out of the chimney and meet me in the middle, the middle of the town. And SINCE there’s no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget what we use to know---and our skin get thicker from living out in the snow. YOU CHANGE ALL THE LEAD IN MY HEAD, AND THE DAY GROWS DIM I HEAR SING A GOLDEN HYM, THEN WE TRY TO NAME OUR BABIES BUT WE FORGOT ALLTHE NAMES THAT—the names we use to know. But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms, our parent’s bedroom and the bedrooms of our friends. WELL WHAT HAPPENed TO THEM?!
You change all the lead in my head to gold as THE DAY GROWS DIM I HEAR SING A GOLDEN HYM, the song I been trying to say. Purify the colors, purify my mind Purify the colors, purify my mind and spread the colors of ashes over this heart of mine.
- The Arcade Fire, Neighbourhood #1 (Tunnels)
If my parents are crying then I’ll dig a tunnel from my windows to yours
Yeah from my windows to yours
You climb out of the chimney and meet me in the middle, the middle of the town. And SINCE there’s no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget what we use to know---and our skin get thicker from living out in the snow. YOU CHANGE ALL THE LEAD IN MY HEAD, AND THE DAY GROWS DIM I HEAR SING A GOLDEN HYM, THEN WE TRY TO NAME OUR BABIES BUT WE FORGOT ALLTHE NAMES THAT—the names we use to know. But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms, our parent’s bedroom and the bedrooms of our friends. WELL WHAT HAPPENed TO THEM?!
You change all the lead in my head to gold as THE DAY GROWS DIM I HEAR SING A GOLDEN HYM, the song I been trying to say. Purify the colors, purify my mind Purify the colors, purify my mind and spread the colors of ashes over this heart of mine.
- The Arcade Fire, Neighbourhood #1 (Tunnels)
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