Тексты песен DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

we'll correct collegiate mistakes. a shower of formal ideals. completely soused. the hearts on our sleeves, as they drowned we could hear them screaming, "oh, what a tragic way to see

I took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center, and stated that it's never ever been better than this. I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from pulling pushin

Ah ah ah ah ah ah, Ah ah ah ah ah ah. I took the 405 and drove the stake down into your center and stated that its never ever been better then this. I hung my favorite shirt on the floor bo

and when I see you I really see you upside down but my brain knows better it picks you up and turns you around turns you around, turns you around if you feel discouraged when there's a l

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 through the windows: New bottom

you'll be given love you'll be taken care of you'll be given love you have to trust it maybe not from the sources you have poured yours maybe not from the direction you

And if it was just how you wanted You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem And changing your image and attitudes Won't bring you back into your bedroom Amputating as he'

Gravitated towards a taste For foreign films and modern plays But that machine could only Bend to squares five to six times Before your fingers came unwired. Weights down so that you coul

I don't mind the weather, I've got scarves and caps and sweaters, I've got longjohns under slacks for blustery days. I think thats its brainless to assume that making changes to y

You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below who turned your w

I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key That's rusted firm, no lie 'Cause all these conversations wind on and on.

I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you, 'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck. I'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip, bu

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

Sitting on a carousel ride without any music or lights, everything was closed at Coney Island and I could not help from smiling. I can hear the Atlantic echo back, rollercoaster screams from

It was one hundred degrees, as we sat beneath a willow tree, Whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall. And I knew I'd made horrible call, And now the state line

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 withered through autumn and you found yourself

The workdays were propping the bar quietly erasing the week and I was in corner booth thinking (pretending to read) about the impossibility of one to love unconditionally and the words that we d

Alone on a train aimless in wonder An outdated map crumbled in my pocket But I didn't care where I was going They're all different names for the same place. The coast just appeare

sometimes i think this cycle never ends we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again and it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth the squeaking of our skin against

Sometimes i think this cycle never ends We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again And it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth The squeaking of our skin against the steel

Bent at the knee, a last resort Backfired and made things worse Once on the bus, it was quite possible You'd be the jailhouse queen Jury and judge were screaming to hang You spat the s

This won't be the last you'll hear from me: it's just the start. I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me. I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin. Br

Three wasted years, standing still As you opened up, 18 miles wide On this country drive I can't keep up 'cause you're so far gone And it's all too much hindsight Three wast

I put on my overcoat and walked into the winter My teeth chattered rhythms. And they were grouped in twos and threes, like a morse code message was sent from me to me. and cars on slippery slop

Will I have learned so very little When these bones are old and brittle? I wait to talk when I should listen Crowd mistakes with false revisions All my friends are forward thinking Getting hitched and

Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting

How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me. It's like a book elegantly bound but, in a language that you can't read. Just yet. You gotta spend some time, Love. You gotta spend

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 and what did or did not occur. Si

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 i'm at it. ivory lines lead

These things take my time and energies Don't stand too close without apologies Cutthroat; cut out candid glimpses and Wind me up; I'm ready Can't escape this line of best fit

These things take my time and energies Don't stand too close without apologies Cutthroat; cut out candid glimpses and Wind me up; I'm ready Can't escape this line of best fit

You'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name. And all these places we went to see sights just gave them excuses to get into the game. There

You've been forewarned of the shake-shakedown. Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand gossip that's stacked at your door. You swallowed the last of free MA. Car sta

If I Could Open My Arms And Span The Length Of The Isle Of Manhattan I'd Bring It To Where You Are Making A Lake Of The East River And Hudson If I Could Open My Mouth Wide Enough For A Marc

Встреть меня на равноденствие (перевод Dan_UndeaD из Northrend ) i Meet me on the Equinox Meet me half way When the sun is perche

You tried you all 13 channels, but they burned me out again 'cause it's over whenever they say I quit sending postcards 'cause no one know what to revere, and the mailman can't

Last night I dreamt that I was you. I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude. Such a pose I could simply not hold through days in a northern town that I had once called a home.

i roll the window down and then begin to breathe in the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen from the passenger seat as you are driving me home. then looking upwards i strain

I remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn. Constant quarreling the childish fits and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman. All the slander and doubl

I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream and all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles they had the worst intentions all

I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what i take for granted And filled my plate for fear that gears woul

Just admit that you're wrong and I'll give back what I borrowed or stole From the parent's house, from the studio, it's the principle of... You said wait here, prove all my hy

What ghosts exist behind these attic walls? There's got to be a simpler explanation, 'cause I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been splicing my inventions. Cold s

I can't expel the truth It's much more than I thought I could do And with time my worth will stain And split your heart from my name.... So drive away your mouth from my ears An

I once knew a girl In the years of my youth With eyes like the summer All beauty and truth In the morning I fled Left a note and it read Someday you will be loved. I cannot pretend that I fe

Photographs of the best time you had, windows smugded by the speed. Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street, as morning turned into California, And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigar

I want to live where soul meets body And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel what it's like to be new 'Cause in my head there&

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 heavenly. we're starting out with nothing

Time for the final bout Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates highway bound Give us our measly sum Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly Starting out with nothing but crippling doub

Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin because it hasn't sunk in... so far Well it's a drab routine, the dust storms building and then it's hard to come clean Then the mo

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 stumble forth into the night. &qu

There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes; I threw them to the sea, but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted was par for the course just as whe

Squeaky swings and tall grass The longest shadows ever cast The water's warm and children swim And we frolicked about in our summer skin I don't recall a single care Just greene

Technicolor girls are always on the phone talking about their homes and the conversations continue endlessly. Technicolor boys, transistor radios blasting their treble tones and the argum

(That's incentive...) You see nothing to be adored, when obsession takes it's toll You can't place you in between the pages of fashion magazines Paper cuts from turning pages, just

Leaving the central state from shallow ground Home in the valley but the rent's paid south You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty With what was left of our fair city

We spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets. Idle now: I rearrange the furniture as you sleep. as you sleep, as you sleep... It's so appropriate: the way we amplify the sound,

And I'm standing up in my practice room I'm all alone Speaker's almost blown And my new Gibson amp Oh what the hell.... Things are not so different in my vocal master You are t

so this is the new year. and i don't feel any different. the clanking of crystal explosions off in the distance (in the distance). so this is the new year and I have no resolutions for s

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

Punctured bicycle On a hillside desolate Could nature make a man of me yet? When in this charming car This charming man Why ponder life's complexities When the leather runs smooth O

This is the moment that you know That you told her that you loved her but you don't. You touch her skin and then you think That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me. Yeah,

the glove compartment isn't accurately named and everybody knows it. so i'm proposing a swift orderly change. cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm and al

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript. I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picke

Believe in me, I'm sad and blue Left with nothing but a picture Third or fourth weekend in June December seems to come too soon Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until Head i

the atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how: the clouds above opened up and let it out. i was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere when the water filled every hole. and tho

summer's gone i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall overworked and now i'm all used up this tv haze sucks me through i watch the world from me inside overworked and now i'm

[Dogs barking] Try to scrape it off the thought of skin against skin Move it from the front to back and start it go again With the DIGRESSION and time we will multiply And I've got more

Every town has a diner, where I'll meet you and your friends, too. Things are just a bit nicer over some coffee. You can tell me all about your day. I don't know much about you, not that

When we laugh indoors the blissful tones bounce off the walls and fall to the ground. Peel the hardwood backs and let them loose from decades trapped and listen so still. This city is my home

god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town when every thursday i'd brave those mountain passes and you'd skip your

And it came to me then that every plan Is a tiny prayer to father time As I stared at my shoes in the ICU That reeked of piss and 409 And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself That I’ve alr

I'm in Los Angeles today: It smells like an airport runway. Jet fuel stenches in the cabin and lights flickering at random. I'm in Los Angeles today: Grabage cans comprise the medians

It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust In what or who you recognize We sped the plymouth cross the banks of the m

Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground And start new when your heart is an empty room With walls of the deepest blue Home's face: how it ages when you're away Spring blo