Texty:
Death Cab For Cutie

me take your hand And as we walk in the dimming light Oh, darling understand That everything, everything ends That everything, everything ends Meet me on your best behavior Meet me at your worst For

will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for

span the length of the isle of Manhattan I'd bring it to where you are Making a lake of the east river and Hudson If I could open my mouth Wide enough for

many possibilities to not be alone The flames and smoke climbed out of every window And disappeared with everything that you held dear But you shed not a single tear For

It was one hundred degrees As we sat beneath a willow tree Whose tears didn't care They just hung in the air And refused to fall, to fall And I knew

Time for the final bow Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates highway bound Give us our measly sum Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly

of the billing, it's their role And that's all that they know But some boys don't listen Some boys don't listen at all They don't ask for permission

Sleep Sleep with the lights on Shutter, the shades drawn There's too many windows Noise Cars on the freeway Tempting a clean break There's nowhere left

This is fact not fiction For the first time in years And all the girls in every girlie magazine Can't make me feel any less alone I'm reaching for the