作词 : Gibbard
  Death Cab for Cutie - Champagne from a Paper Cup
 
 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...
 Drinking champagne from a paper cup
 Is never quite the same
 And every sip's moving through my eyes
 And up into my brain
 At half past two; about time to leave
 'cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues
 A sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slam