Testi:
Death Cab For Cutie Transatlanticism

there's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress and I'm sneaking glances. looking for the patterns in static they start to make sense the longer

me glued. I am waiting for something to wrong I am waiting for familiar resolve I am waiting for another repeat another diet fed by crippling defeat and I am waiting for

the world doesn't matter. when you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride when you need directions then I'll be the guide for all time. for all time

and more like a moat. The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more. The distance is quite simply much too far for

This is fact not fiction For the first time in years And all the girls in every girlie magazine Can't make me feel any less alone I'm reaching for the

you were the mother of three girls so sweet who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street but after conception your body lay cold and

I've got a hunger Twisting my stomach into knots That my tongue was tied off My brain's repeating If you've got an impulse let it out But they never make

glued I am waiting for something to go wrong I am waiting for familiar resolve I am waiting for another repeat Another diet fed by crippling defeat And I am waiting for

And all I find are souvenirs from better times Before the gleam of your taillights fading east To find yourself a better life I was searching for some