| Song | Snow on Dead Neighborhoods |
| Artist | Electric President |
| Album | Electric President |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 cinderblock. | |
| 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 |
| 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 cinderblock. | |
| 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 |
| 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 cinderblock. | |
| 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 |