transatlanticism albümünden güzel bir death cab for cutie parçası.
sözleri:
sometimes i think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom then we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that i have figured what its worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
but if i move my place in line ill lose.
and i have waited, the anticipations got me glued.
i am waiting for something to go wrong.
i am waiting for familiar results.
sometimes it seems that i dont have the skills to recollect
the twists and turns of plot that turned us from lovers to friends
im thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf
and crack its weary spine and read to help remind myself
but if i move my place in line ill lose.
and i have waited, the anticipations got me glued.
i am waiting for something to wrong
i am waiting for familiar results
i am waiting for another repeat
another diet fed by crippling defeat
and i am waiting for that sense of relief
i am waiting for you to flee the scene
as if you held in your hand the smoking gun
and on the floor lay the one you said you loved.
and its strange
they are all basically the same
so i dont ask names anymore.
sometimes i think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom then we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that i have figured what its worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
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