Dead Alive

The Shins

On a walk in a fragile state
Weird angles coming over the wire
Back home we got girls in braids and they're on
Roller skates and they roll any way they like

From my town I can always look down
Down from my nose to the fish in the barrels
But in the wiles of human life
There are pity nights and a ray of gentle eyes

So tonight
Dance and cry
You're dead alive

Monuments for awful events
I float by in a daze on the freeway
We can whine about different times
But me, I'm fine with the mirrors far away
For the mills in the valley to function
Rain's gonna fall on the hills where we hide/hike?
And wash the blood and the guts to the ocean
Feed the pike, making everything alright

So tonight
Dance and cry
You're dead alive

You're dead alive
You're dead alive