West Elm You don't think of me quite as fondly when you're travelling through time at home Sleeping off the ache He doesn't shout out quite so boldy when he's telling buddies Marriage is the best choice you can make You don't cry out quite so brightly when you stumble into old friends At the same old restaurants He doesn't smile quite so tightly when they ask him Whether he liked growing up in these same haunts I would never claim that we belonged together Still it's a war crime how we behaved Now I'm talking about fences and bicycles and weather It's a death, it's a death before the grave Rumor has it there's some racists living in the next town north We're all capable of hate When it's time to roust'em out I'll be lighting up my torch And pouring gas onto the gate No one sees the vigilantes just the satisfying glow of burning keepsakes in the night Someone tell the displaced hayseeds leaving is the best thing left If you can't do what's right I would never claim that we belonged together Still it's a war crime how we behaved Now I'm talking about fences and bicycles and weather It's a death, it's a death before the grave I suppose I'm glad he's forgiving and patient With you and patterned rugs in every room But when you mention school districts or kitchen renovations Well I want to light a candle at your tomb Yeah I want to light a candle at your tomb