Death Cab For Cutie. Something About Airplanes. Sleep Spent. Zeneszám

I can't expel the truth
It's much more could I thought I could do
With time my worth will stain
And split your heart from my name

So drive away your mouth from my ears
And waste a day so I can think clearly

And what's left to wait for here
As my hands sleep spent this last year
Choking the bottle's neck that pulled you from my bed

So drive away your mouth from my ears
And waste a day so I can think clearly

Drive away your mouth from my ears
And waste a day so I can think clearly