Lyrics Tunguska - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Tunguska

I woke up in the late afternoon
From a dream in which I left you
And the ceiling teemed with gold surface tension
Skipping off my neighbor’s pool
A hiker’s ghost, a halo
Your face was resting damp on my chest
Fever clouded eyes
What’s next to my head
So of course you knew
You’d dreamed it too
I emerged as if through a narrowed eye
Into lashes of white sun
From your apartment
And pollen clouds
Held absent sound
Then a stream of revenants surged outward
Like prominences from the sun
1927, an explosion
Another Tunguska
And at once I was flat on my back
And my skateboard rolled on down the hill
And all the congregating deer
Stood stock still
In the corridor of Manicured lawns
Remember you and I would get so high
We’d pass out with our shoes on First light through leaves
This was back when my smoke would juke
And stutter in the highway crossbreeze