The Depot

[ti:Indiana] [ar:Cymbals Eat Guitars] [al:Why There Are Mountains] [by: ] [00:02.00]Cymbals Eat Guitars - Indiana [00:07.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang [00:12.00]@ www.lrcgc.com @ [00:17.00] [00:35.60]As the descent began I got the distinct impression [00:47.50]Lake Michigan had been frozen for decades [00:55.88]I conducted the warmth from my metronome sternum [01:05.19]To our massive jetting vessel billowing plumes of spent fuel [01:12.83] [01:14.15]The tundra under us cracked and ruptured [01:17.52]To reveal palisades [01:18.76]Made of blades of gray, gray bristling grass [01:21.42]And papulose lichen [01:23.42]I was so frightened [01:25.43]As my grip on you tightened [01:27.29]Your skin got slicker [01:28.93] [01:29.71]I am a deserted bus depot [01:33.01]Though our approach suggested [01:35.09]An American hazy sea [01:37.23]Like the one I found inside [01:40.04]After driving you home once [01:41.99]Still half high [01:48.59] [01:56.55]I-90 through utter desolation [02:04.62]I sense evil at the heart of each far flung well lighted home [02:11.84]I close my eyes and see cellar stairways [02:18.71]Vermiculated with delicate animal bone [02:25.65] [02:26.30]Musty rooms house racks of fur jackets [02:28.81]Spattered with plasma [02:30.88]On a bus in Indiana [02:33.54]I called you and screamed [02:35.12]Under ceaseless patterns of weeping light [02:41.15] 九酷音乐网 http://www.9ku.com提供