Testi:
Death Cab For Cutie The Photo Album

it's gotten late and now I want to be alone all of our friends were here, they all have gone home and here I sit on the front porch watching the drunks

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

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

meaning. then everything 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

keeps pumping us through this entropic place in the belly of the beast that is californ-i-a, I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts for when the

time for the final bout. rows of deserted houses: all our stable mates are highway bound. give us our measly sum: getting the air inside my lungs is

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

There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwa That you then inflicted was par for the course just

It's gotten late and now I want to be alone All of our friends were here, they all have gone home And here I sit on the front porch Watching the drunks