Neighborhood

You change all the lead

sleepin' in my head,

as the day grows dim

I hear you sing a golden hymn.

Then we tried to name our babies,

but we forgot all the names that,

the names we used to know.

But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,

and our parent's bedrooms,

and the bedrooms of our friends.

Then we think of our parents,

well what the hell ever happened to them?!

 

You change all the lead

sleepin' in my head to gold,

as the day grows dim,

I hear you sing a golden hymn,

the song I've been trying to sing.

 

Purify the colours, purify my mind.

and spread the ashes of the colours

Over this heart of mine!

The Arcade Fire