Cymbals Eat Guitars - Like Blood Does
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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Nightly, empty, luminous ballrooms roll back in your skull
I resigned myself to all the disappearance
I was sure the cops would come calling
Some sick shivering morning
I live in Newark now where cars speed away
And weekend freebasers bury their stems
In shaded groves and muted clearings
In Philadelphia, we didn't know
Clammy hands and beaming thresholds
And I'm visited by naked reality
In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in front of me
And depression is nothing compared to what's in store for them
Having hitched across America
Like an itinerant laborer
Or a serial killer on pulsing arterials
I numbly recline
In a filthy slicked lawn chair
As our garage yawns behind me with tunnels
The pinkest sky I'd ever s