Texty:
Death Cab For Cutie Plans

will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for

span the length of the isle of Manhattan I'd bring it to where you are Making a lake of the east river and Hudson If I could open my mouth Wide enough for

many possibilities to not be alone The flames and smoke climbed out of every window And disappeared with everything that you held dear But you shed not a single tear For

It was one hundred degrees As we sat beneath a willow tree Whose tears didn't care They just hung in the air And refused to fall, to fall And I knew

Time for the final bow Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates highway bound Give us our measly sum Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly

die But I'll be a close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for

: I once knew a girl in the years of my youth With eyes like the summer of beauty and truth But in the morning I fled, left a note and it read Someday

possibilities to not be alone The flames and smoke climbed out of every window And disappeared with everything that you held dear And you shed not a single tear for

: And it came to me then That every plan Is a tiny glance of father time As I stared at my shoes In the ICU That reeked of piss and 409 And I rationed