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Death Cab For Cutie Transatlanticism

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

: god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town when every thursday i'd break those

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

have no resolutions for self-assigned penance for problems with easy solutions so everybody put your best suit or dress on let's make believe that we are wealthy for

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

this is the moment that you know that you told you loved her but you don't. you touch her skin and then you think that she is beautiful but she don't

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

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