Interpret:

Death Cab For Cutie

Album:

Codes and Keys

Portable television, shrouded in snow
 In a raggedy van on the side of the road
 The night it had frozen through my little bones
 So you took me in your arms, you squeezed out the cold


 And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh


 Upstate New York, autumn, brightly colored leaves
 Oh, the hills were on fire, they burn for you and me
 And where we were going it was built like a lie
 But as sacred as the Bible, so we didn't question why


 And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh


 I saw it in the soil just recently
 Where the rows of teeth they grow in fields of infinite greed
 And here laid the father, and here stood the son
 Where the road meets the horizon for everyone
 For everyone


 Portable television, take us away
 From this burden of reflection we've carried today
 Oh, the generator's running but there's nothing on the air
 And the static is a comfort, so we huddle around and stare


 And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh