Man Made Lake

I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concrete

Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave

Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake

And descend into the city that holds no place for meBut the streets with no stir of life

And all the houses on the streets are wholly submerged

Then I'll gather the leaves from the cell phone trees

And return them to their place and pretend someone's calling for me

Someone's calling for me, someone's calling for me