Cymbals Eat Guitars - Indiana lyrics

As the descent began I got the distinct impression Lake Michigan had been frozen for decades I conducted the warmth from my metronome sternum To our ma**ive jetting vessel billowing plumes of spent fuel The tundra under us cracked and ruptured To reveal palisades Made of blades of gray, gray bristling gra** And papulose lichen I was so frightened As my grip on you tightened Your skin got slicker I am a deserted bus depot Though our approach suggested An American hazy sea Like the one I found inside After driving you home once Still half high I-90 through utter desolation I sense evil at the heart of each far flung well-lighted home I close my eyes and see cellar stairways Vermiculated with delicate animal bone Musty rooms house racks of fur jackets Spattered with plasma on a bus in Indiana I called you and screamed Under ceaseless patterns of weeping light