Cymbals Eat Guitars - Tunguska lyrics

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'd get so high We'd pa** out with our shoes on First light through leaves This was back when my smoke would juke And stutter in the highway crossbreeze