Besedila: Death Cab For Cutie. Transatlanticism. The Sound Of Settling.

I've got a hunger
Twisting my stomach into knots
That my tongue was tied off
My brain's repeating
If you've got an impulse let it out
But they never make it past my mouth

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah

Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
And I can't wait to go grey
And I'll sit and wonder
Of every love that could've been
If I'd only thought of something charming to say

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots