Testo: Death Cab For Cutie. Transatlanticism. The Sound Of Settling.

:
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 it past my mouth.

baa bah, this is the sound of settling
baa bah, baa bah
(x2)

our youth is fleeting
old age is just around the bend
and I can't wait to go grey

and I'll sit and wonder
of every love that could've been
if I'd only thought of something charming to say.

baa bah, this is the sound of settling
baa bah, baa bah
(x4)

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots.