Cymbals Eat Guitars - Like Blood Does LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang @ @ 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编辑于2010/05/27更新