[ti:Cold Spring]
[ar:Cymbals Eat Guitars]
[al:Why There Are Mountains]
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[00:02.00]Cymbals Eat Guitars - Cold Spring
[00:07.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:12.00]@  @
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[00:28.51]We drove a hundred miles that day
[00:32.65]To see a Halloween parade
[00:39.56]Skeletal autumn in Cold Spring
[00:44.13]
[00:45.09]Parents holding hands with Pale Death's infants
[00:47.87]Shivering on the courthouse steps in polyester robes
[00:54.53]And exposed bone thermals
[00:59.22]
[01:01.37]March them down to riverside square
[01:06.52]Your teeth gnash together as you chew an Excedrin
[01:11.83]
[01:12.52]On the way home
[01:16.91]The empty parkway wound its way back
[01:21.11]through charred black pine
[01:23.72]Just like a wormhole
[01:28.04]Hickory death rattles into stagnant tracts of sky
[01:33.88]Like warnings whispered
[01:38.76]Antiphonal stridency that slept for half a century
[01:44.61]And where are you
[01:50.64]As lives are punctuated by moons
[01:56.07]
[02:49.56]I've never loved you more than when you said
[02:53.10]"I'm so scared of all the things I risk with kids I never knew existed"
[03:02.65]Time machine rotors ripping holes over Freehold
[03:06.48]Constellations rearrange and orbit 'round the steeple of First Presbyterian Church
[03:16.32]
[03:19.68]I am Bear Mountain
[03:22.37]I am entering orbit oh
[03:30.01]I am Bear Mountain
[03:31.93]I am entering orbit
[03:34.76]
[04:11.59]On the way home
[04:19.53]The empty parkway wound its way back through charred black pine
[04:24.19]Just like a wormhole
[04:29.69]A bridge becomes an island when the ends are disconnected
[04:34.04]Wind is feedback
[04:38.52]Antiphonal stridency that slept for half a century
[04:43.84]And where are you
[04:47.42]