Cold Spring Lyrics - Why There Are Mountains - Cymbals Eat Guitars

We drove a hundred miles that day 

To see a Halloween parade 

Skeletal autumn in Cold Spring 

Parents holding hands with Pale Death's infants 

Shivering on the courthouse steps in polyester robes 

And exposed bone thermals 

March them down to riverside square 

Your teeth gnash together as you chew an Excedrin 

On the way home 

The empty parkway wound its way back through charred black pine 

Just like a wormhole 

Hickory death rattles into stagnant tracts of sky 

Like warnings whispered 

Antiphonal stridency that slept for half a century 

And where are you 

As lives are punctuated by moons 

I've never loved you more than when you said 

"I'm so scared of all the things I risk with kids I never knew existed" 

Time machine rotors ripping holes over Freehold 

Constellations rearrange and orbit 'round the steeple of First Presbyterian Church 

I am Bear Mountain 

I am entering orbit oh 

I am Bear Mountain 

I am entering orbit 

On the way home 

The empty parkway wound its way back through charred black pine 

Just like a wormhole 

A bridge becomes an island when the ends are disconnected 

Wind is feedback 

Antiphonal stridency that slept for half a century 

And where are you