Cymbals Eat Guitars - Definite Darkness

Go to the world of guilt and sorrow for the races
tonight where the boats go cutting through undulating mirror images of incandescent spires
the roads there are parabolas with nameless water towers near the exits
you could turn it all on end still wouldn't be taller than the biotic arch at the crown of creation
well there are people who put dirty hypodermic needles
between the seat cushions in the movie theater
we all have the same dream the night that we contract it
so maybe I've been sleeping less at your place since a man's last panicked screams startled us awake
we're paralyzed 'til the cop cars arrive
casting slow-spinning mobiles on your ceiling three colors we watch the frozen moon
in daylight I stare past your eyes' lenses windows framing solar wind rustling ivy on the painted pink buildings
I've been hearing the soft step of the gray-eyed governess
but I know you know the physical form of moaning alarms coming from the air force base
a skinless and sinewy leviathan all terrible contraction and release
debasement ringed in banner plane exhaust and scattering v's of geese
someday my body's gonna fail me
then prostrate maybe in my back yard
with my family's screams muted by the pounding rush
the high shrinking sun will be eclipsed
by heaving rainbows of flesh
a chrysalis of tissues from thinning air
so my eyes will be wide open 'cause there's no light
just one definite darkness the taste is unmistakable like a fever breaking