Текст песни Death cab for cutie - Company Calls Epilogue
Death cab for cutie - Company Calls Epilogue слова песни
synapse to synapse: the possibility`s thin. i`m dressed up for
free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date. the figures
in plastic on the wedding cake that i took were so real. and
i kept a distance: the complications cloud the postcards and
blips through fiberoptics, as the girls with the pigtails were
running from little boys wearing bowties their parent bought:
"i`ll catch you this time!"
crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
screaming, drunk, disorderly: i`ll tell you mine. you were the
one but i can`t spit it out when the date`s been set. the white
routine to be ingested inaccurately.
synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached beer cans to
the bumper so they could drive up and down the main drag. people
would turn to see who`s making the racket. it`s not the first
time. when they lay down the fish will swim upstream and i`ll
contest but they won`t listen when the casualty rate`s near 100%,
and there isn`t a pension for second best or for hardly moving...
crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
screaming, drunk, disorderly: i`ll tell you mine. you were the
one but i can`t spit it out when the date`s been set. the white
routine to be ingested inaccurately.