Night in the city Big house on the corner Voice has the timbre Of summers ago Like old synesthesia Ringing for ages Stirs something in me Cradle my soul On the way to the country David says "Trust me" I let him off leash But he always comes home Like old synesthesia Ringing for ages Let it off leash but It always comes home And we wait on the lawn Under stars so much sharper They tear up the night Like a wild pack of dogs Out on the country The train has a timbre Cuts through the silence Cradle me home And it stirs something in them Seven coyotes And though it won't answer They're calling it home Seven coyotes Howling for ages Old synesthesia Cradle me home Old synesthesia Howling for ages Old synesthesia Cradle my soul