Interpret:

Death Cab For Cutie

Album:

Plans

You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be
 No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
 The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw 
 Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end 
 But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize 
 When he catches his reflection on accident 


 On the back of a motor bike 
 With your arms outstretched trying to take flight 
 Leaving everything behind 
 But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete 
 In the city where we still reside. 
 And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men 
 Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides 
 Like brothers on a hotel bed 
 Like brothers on a hotel bed 
 Like brothers on a hotel bed 
 Like brothers on a hotel bed