Тексты песен «Death Cab For Cutie»

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, "Oh what a tragic way to see our final days." I attempt to talk...

i took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center, and stated that it's never ever been better than this. i hung my favorite shirt on the floorbaord, wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting. you keep twisting...

I took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center, And stated that it's never ever been better than this. I hung my favorite shirt on the floorbaord, wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting. You keep twisting...

"A Diamond And A Tether" Pity, take pity on me. 'Cause I'm not half the man that I should be. Always turning to run, from the people I should not be afraid of. And darling, you should know that I have fantasies...

And when I see you I really see you upside down But my brain knows better It picks you up and turns you around Turns you around, turns you around If you feel discouraged That there's a lack of color here Please...

Whenever I come back The air on railroad Is making the same sounds And the shop fronts on Holly Are dirty words Asterisks in for the vowels And we peered through the windows New bottoms on barstools The people...

You'll be given love You'll be taken care of You'll be given love You have to trust it, Maybe not from the sources you have poured yours maybe not from the directions you are staring at, Twist your head around it's...

And if it was just how you wanted You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem And changing your image and attitudes Won't bring you back into your bedroom Amputating as he's waiting Amputating, he's unresponsive...

Leaving the central state from shallow ground Home in the valley but the rent's paid south You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty With what was left of our fair city Call in the army corps of...

I know I got a bad reputation And it isn't just talk, talk, talk If I could only give you everything You know I haven't got I couldn't have one conversation If it wasn't for the lies, lies, lies And still I want...

Gravitated towards a taste For foreign films and modern plays But that machine could only Bend to squares five to six times Before your fingers came unwired Weights down so that you could move forwards, forwards...

I descended a dusty gravel ridge Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge And soon I eventually arrived At the place where your soul had died Barefoot in the shallow creek I grabbed some stones from underneath Waiting for you...

There is whiskey in the water And there is death upon the vine There is fear in the eyes of your father And there is "yours" and there is "mine" There is a desert veiled in pavement And there's a city of seven hills...

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 That making changes to your window's view Will give a new...

You may tire of me As our December sun is setting 'Cause I'm not who I used to be No longer easy on the eyes But these wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below Who turned your way and saw Something...

You may tire of me As our December sun is setting 'Cause I'm not who I used to be No longer easy on the eyes But these wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below Who turned your way and saw Something...

1, 2, 3 Every scream went bleeding through these paper walls And all the make up in the world couldn't hide the scars I leave today I'm packing light, a suitcase and toiletries The rolling hills and willow...

Cath... She stands with a well-intentioned man But she can't relax with his hands on the small of her back As the flashbulbs burst she holds a smile Like someone would hold a crying child Soon everybody will ask...

Think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now I'll keep my mouth kept shut Under lock and key that's rusted firm, no lie 'Cause all these conversations wind On and on, on and on, on and on Drinking champagne from a...

burn down like old cathy candles marked up with the choir vandals reading: destroy destroy destroy two-speed cycles streamered handles evenings with the roman scandals I just want to be someone you...