Praise the rain The bitter mossy mist that morphs into haze When sunlight breaks through So freeze the fog Condensing droplets crystallize and decay The moss beneath them So don't you get the urge to complain You should move back home to Silverlake Just move back home to Silverlake Don't you get the urge to complain No you should move back home to Silverlake Just move back home to Silverlake It's the same decay We're moldy on the outside, what can I say? It's better than the inverse Always pay to play When everyone's an artist, no one partakes Of what's created So don't you get the urge to complain You should move back home to Silverlake Just move back home to Silverlake Don't you get the urge to complain No you should move back home to Silverlake Just move back home to Silverlake Just move back home to Silverlake You should move back home to Silverlake Just move back home to Silverlake Just move back home to Silverlake Move back home to Silverlake You should move back home to Silverlake Back home to Silverlake You should move back home to Silverlake