Death Cab for Cutie Songs

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Opening linesSongAlbum
we won't get far flying circles inside a jarcodes and keys
this fire grows highercodes and keys
lying in a field of grass, underneath the overpasscodes and keys
some boys are filling the holescodes and keys
she may be young but she only likes old thingscodes and keys
sleep with the lights oncodes and keys
isolations, dotted lines, seas of concrete, wild eyescodes and keys
there's no eye in the sky, just our lovecodes and keys
life is sweet in the belly of the beastcodes and keys
st. peter's cathedral, ever fearful of the answercodes and keys
portable television, shrouded in snowcodes and keys
if I could open my eyes and span the length...plans
you may tire of me as our december sun is settingplans
love of mine, someday you will dieplans
I want to live where soul meets bodyplans
it was 100 degreesplans
time for the final bowplans
and it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayerplans
squeaky swings and tall grassplans
burn it down 'till the embers smoke on the groundplans
alone on a train, aimless in wanderingplans
I once knew a girl in the years of my youthplans
gravitated towards a taste for foreign film something about airplanes
it's a backwards attraction to your forward eyessomething about airplanes
I can't expel the truthsomething about airplanes
think you caught me on the downslidesomething about airplanes
think I'm drunk enough to drive you home nowsomething about airplanes
and I'm standing up in my practice room, I'm all alonesomething about airplanes
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sundaysomething about airplanes
bent at the knee, a last resortsomething about airplanes
these things take my time and energysomething about airplanes
If we seem nutty to yousomething about airplanes
he was a sweet and tender hooligansomething about airplanes (live)
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holding fast till the rent checks wear thinsomething about airplanes (live)
the glove compartment is inaccurately namedtransatlanticism
and when I see you, I really see you upside-downtransatlanticism
you were the mother of three girls so sweettransatlanticism
so this is the new year, and I don't feel any differenttransatlanticism
god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtimetransatlanticism
I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knotstransatlanticism
the atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you howtransatlanticism
this is the moment that you know that you told her that you love hertransatlanticism
there's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dresstransatlanticism
I roll the window down and then begin to breathtransatlanticism
sometimes I think this cycle never endstransatlanticism
the Eiffel tower built to smaller scale the open door
pity, take pity on methe open door
with every sun that sets I am feeling morethe open door
I remember when the days were longforbidden love
technicolor girls are always on the phoneforbidden love
photographs of the best time you hadforbidden love
we'll correct collegiate mistakesstability
you'll be given love, you'll be taken care ofstability
time for the final bowstability
it's gotten late and now I want to be alonethe photo album
whenever I come back the air on railroads is making the same soundthe photo album
when we laugh indoors the blissful tones bounce off the wallsthe photo album
I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible messthe photo album
I'm in Los Angeles todaythe photo album
I don't mind the weather, I've got scarves and caps and sweatersthe photo album
I put on my overcoat and walked into winterthe photo album
there's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashesthe photo album
sitting on a carousel ridethe photo album
the work-a-days were propping the bar, quietly erasing the weekthe photo album
left uninspired by the crust of railroad earthwe have the facts and we're voting yes
we spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streetswe have the facts
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this won't be the last you hear from mewe have the facts
you've been forewarned of the shake-shakedownwe have the facts
I took the 405 and drove a stake down into your centerwe have the facts
you discovered that casual friends kept notes in their pocketswe have the facts
I'll take the best of your bad moodswe have the facts
synapse to synapse; the possibility's thinwe have the facts
last night I dreamt that I was youwe have the facts
what ghosts exist behind these attic walls?we have the facts
three wasted years standing stillyou can play these songs with chords
you see nothing to be adored when obsession takes it's tollsongs with chords
try to scrape it off again, the thought of skin against skinsongs with chords
a punctured bicycle on a hillside desolatesongs with chords
summer's gone and woke up to the chill of fallsongs with chords
you tried all 13 channels, but they burned me out againsongs with chords
believe in me, I'm sad and bluesongs with chords
once when my folks were gonesongs with chords
every town has a timersongs with chords
just admit that you're wrongsongs with chords
leaving the central states for shallow groundsongs with chords
the wind picked up, the fire spreadnarrow stairs
oh, my talking birdnarrow stairs
how I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and menarrow stairs
when I was young, lying in the grassnarrow stairs
I have such envy of the stranger lying next to menarrow stairs
you look so defeated lying therenarrow stairs
we're not the same dear, as we used to benarrow stairs
I'm starting to feel we stayed together out of fearnarrow stairs
I descended a dusty gravel ridgenarrow stairs
his head was a city, with paper buildingsnarrow stairs
cath, she stands, with a well-intentioned mannarrow stairs
the morning sun's about to breakthis temporary life

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