Wind Phoenix Lyrics - Why There Are Mountains - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Exotic vision 

Permanently red-light 

Squinting for hours 

Natural American spirit doctorate 

Make love to inanimate objects 

Pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery 

Without use of a pole she swings 

Her thighs clamped 'round infinity 

In the eye of a maelstrom of Marlboro mail-order memorabilia 

Rivers, mountains and smoking shirt jackets 

I am his liver 

I'm gray and decaying 

My texture's a sidewalk 

And Notre Dame's playing 

Afternoon's wristwatch 

Deposited in nightstand's drawer 

If Jerry knew he'd build a marquee 

And charge her silent watchers 

And they'd pay in foreign-looking coins 

That would turn to dust in his dresser, by morning, yeah 

You're gaslighting me 

I can see through the dusk beams 

Walking with your fingers in splints, yeah 

In her last moments I pined for times 

When I could never have dreamed of being responsible 

For the charred remains presently huffed by the most famous of 

The celebrity teenage drug casualties 

The wind the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind