Tekst:
The Embassy A Culmination Of Our Efforts

more important things i wrote you a note on a pad with a pencil i figured it may need revision someday it's signed, "your lover, transcontinental" a hurried adieu to a

to fail you you're silent but sincere and i swear it isn't hard for fate to tail you you're hiding in the corner of your mind this is a murder scene - a

the dial on the dashboard never tells a lie we'll push her well past ninety-five the radio sings out a song that we all know (it's done to death by now