Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wavelengths, artist - Cymbals Eat Guitars. Album song Lenses Alien, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 07.10.2013
Record label: Sinderlyn
Song language: English
Wavelengths |
This contusion-colored evening |
maybe you paint the silhouette |
of the gaunt tree line singed in '97 |
when wildfires threatened my development |
and the swallowed towns the Klan had founded |
the shaded sand dens were party caverns |
for them who’d come hallucinate while we slept |
scaring our rabbits to death in their hutches |
can’t remember how I used to live |
but they’ve all cased their jumps |
fatally I willed it to be |
in the hours of blankness preceding sleep |
oh the years we waste faking remorse |
every decision I have ever made |
bred the branching future’s mute howlers |
with burst-vessel red eyes |
roaring inaudibly |
on the freezing morning walk to the dim corner grocery |
what hangs over big empty country |
reborn in negatives of photos of dusk |
regret so huge it’s on a phantom axis |
receding beaches hissing hearing damage |
and the miles-long column of cold moonlight cast across |
still seas when my nose begins to bleed |
some submitted to having their lights put out |
by basement thrill killers |
in the neighborhood I heard being murdered is no experience |
ten or eleven wounds |
in it’s not about Satan or anything you just die |
it’s weird |