City And Colour

Can you imagine all the homes abandoned and all alone?
With no one left to care for them, wilting in moss.
The paint is peeling off the walls.
The corners are filled up with dust.
Cigarette smoke hangs in the air,
And the grass ain't growing like it did long ago.
Whether a natural disaster ripped it from it's foundation
Or an economic tragedy tore apart it's family
They're all empty.
The pipes have long since seized.