Besedila: Death Cab For Cutie. Long Division.

His head was a city of paper buildings
and the echoes that remained.
Of old friends and lovers,
their features bleeding together in his brain.
Once it starts, it's harder to tell them apart.

He was always distracted
by the very mention of an open door.
'Cause he has sworn not to be what he'd been before...

To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder...
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder...

The television was snowing softly
as she hunted for her key.
She said she never envisioned
him a type of person capable of such deceit.

And they carried on like long division
'cause it was clear with every page.
Oh, that they were farther away
from the solution that would play

Out the remain, remain, remain remainder...
Out the remain, remain, remain remainder...
Out the remain, remain, remain remainder...
Out the remain, remain, remain remainder...

He has sworn not to be what he'd been before.

To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder...
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder...
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder...
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder...