Tunguska Songtext
von Cymbals Eat Guitars

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