Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Indiana, artist - Cymbals Eat Guitars. Album song Why There Are Mountains, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 24.10.2009
Record label: Sinderlyn
Song language: English
Indiana |
| As the descent began I got the distinct impression |
| Lake Michigan had been frozen for decades |
| I conducted the warmth from my metronome sternum |
| To our massive jetting vessel billowing plumes of spent fuel |
| The tundra under us cracked and ruptured |
| To reveal palisades |
| Made of blades of gray, gray bristling grass |
| And papulose lichen |
| I was so frightened |
| As my grip on you tightened |
| Your skin got slicker |
| I am a deserted bus depot |
| Though our approach suggested |
| An American hazy sea |
| Like the one I found inside |
| After driving you home once |
| Still half high |
| I-90 through utter desolation |
| I sense evil at the heart of each far flung well lighted home |
| I close my eyes and see cellar stairways |
| Vermiculated with delicate animal bone |
| Musty rooms house racks of fur jackets |
| Spattered with plasma |
| On a bus in Indiana |
| I called you and screamed |
| Under ceaseless patterns of weeping light |