Текст песни Death cab for cutie - Company Calls Epilogue [Alternate Take]
Death cab for cutie - Company Calls Epilogue [Alternate Take] слова песни
Synapse to synapse: the possibility`s thin. I`m dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date. The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took, were so real. And I kept distance: the complications cloud the postcards and blip through fiberoptics, as the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties their parents bought them: "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 will 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 percent, 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. You were the one, but I can`t spit it out when the date`s been set. The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.