Song | A Movie Script Ending |
Artist | Death Cab for Cutie |
Album | Daytrotter Sessions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gibbard | |
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). | |
We peered through the windows... new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating. | |
As if saved from the gallows. | |
There's a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they're all so excited. | |
Passing through unconscious states. | |
When i awoke i was on the highway. | |
With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending, | |
And the patrons are leaving, leaving. | |
Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs (yes, yes). | |
I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep, they're just shuffling the sheets, they toss and turn, | |
(you can't begin to get it back). | |
Passing through unconscious states. | |
When i awoke i was on | |
The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway. |
zuo ci : Gibbard | |
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. | |
We peered through the windows... new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating. | |
As if saved from the gallows. | |
There' s a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they' re all so excited. | |
Passing through unconscious states. | |
When i awoke i was on the highway. | |
With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending, | |
And the patrons are leaving, leaving. | |
Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs yes, yes. | |
I' ll put them to bed, but they won' t sleep, they' re just shuffling the sheets, they toss and turn, | |
you can' t begin to get it back. | |
Passing through unconscious states. | |
When i awoke i was on | |
The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway. |
zuò cí : Gibbard | |
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. | |
We peered through the windows... new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating. | |
As if saved from the gallows. | |
There' s a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they' re all so excited. | |
Passing through unconscious states. | |
When i awoke i was on the highway. | |
With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending, | |
And the patrons are leaving, leaving. | |
Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs yes, yes. | |
I' ll put them to bed, but they won' t sleep, they' re just shuffling the sheets, they toss and turn, | |
you can' t begin to get it back. | |
Passing through unconscious states. | |
When i awoke i was on | |
The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway. |