Besedila:
Death Cab For Cutie The Photo Album

I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess You wanted me to write you letters but I'd rather lose your address And forget that we'd ever met

Sitting on a carousel ride Without any music or lights Everything was closed at Coney Island And I could not help from smiling I can hear the Atlantic

I put on my overcoat and walked into winter My teeth chattered rhythms And they were grouped in twos and threes Like a Morse code message was sent from

The vessel keeps pumping us Through this entropic place In the belly of the beast That is California I drank from the faucet And I kept my receipt For

I don't mind the weather I've got scarves and caps and sweaters I've got long johns under slacks for blustery days I think that it's brainless to assume

must have it here right now. but don't you get me started now. December's chill comes late, the days get darker and we wait for this direness to pass

: I put on my overcoat and walked into winter - my teeth chattered rhythms and they were grouped in twos or threes, like a morse code message was sent

got frighteningly still as they entered and intersected the floor and I tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for. but all

: we'll correct collegiate mistakes. a shower of formal ideals. completely soused. the hearts on our sleeves, as they drowned we could hear them screaming