[bluemoon24]

* insana tatlı bir hüzün veren, aşmış güzellikteki death cab for cutie parçası.



yolculukların fon müziği. the photo album'de ikinci sıradadır.







sözleri:







Whenever I come back,



the air on railroad is making the same sounds.



And the shop fronts on Holly



are dirty words



and we peered through the windows:



New bottoms on barstools, the people remain the same,



with prices inflating - inflating







As if saved from the gallows,



there's a bellow of buzzers and people stop working



and they're all so excited - excited







Passing through uncounscious states,



when I awoke I was on the high-way - high-way high-way high-way



With your hands on my shoulders ,



a meaningless movement: A movie script ending,



and the patrons are leaving - leaving







Passing through uncounscious states, when I awoke I was on the high-way



high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way



and now we all know the words were true



in the sappiest songs - yes, yes.



and I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep.



Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn,



you can't begin to get it back.







Passing through uncouscious states, when I awoke I was on



the onset of a later stage: the headlights are beacons on the high-way



high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way.