Interpret:

Death Cab For Cutie

Album:

We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes

Synapse to Synapse: the possibility's thin.
I'm dressed up for free drinks 
and family greetings on your wedding 
your wedding
your wedding date. 
The figures in plastic 
on the wedding cake 
that I took 
were so real.


And I kept a distance: 
the complications cloud 
the postcards and blips through fiberoptics, 
as the girls with the pigtails 
were running from little boys wearing bowties 
their parent bought them: 
"I'll catch you this time!"


Crashing through the parlor doors, 
what was your first reaction? 
screaming, drunk, disorderly: 
I'll tell you mine. 


You were the one 
but I can't spit it out 
when the date's been set. 
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.


Synapse to Synapse:
the sneaky kids had attached beer cans 
to the bumper so they could drive 
up and down the main drag.
People would turn to see 
who's making the racket.
It's not the first time.


When they lay down
the fish will swim upstream
and I'll contest but they won't listen 
when the casualty rate's near 100%, 
and there isn't a pension for second best 
or for hardly moving..


Crashing through the parlor doors, 
what was your first reaction? 
Sreaming, drunk, disorderly: 
I'll tell you mine.


You were the one
but i can't spit it out when the date's been set. 
the white routine to be ingested inaccurately.