Death Cab For Cutie
"Company Calls"


I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you,
'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck. I'd squeeze a heart through
my fingertip but I type too slow to make expressions stick. and it's like TV
with a microchip.
set your sights to sink the partyline, 'cause it's so tired. set your sights!
destroy this mock-shrine, 'cause it's so tired.
let's cut our losses at both ends and aim your car away from all our friends,
leaving the dishes stacked in the sink.
I'd keep a distance 'cause the complications cloud it all, and mail a postcard
sending greetings from the eastern bloc. synapse to synapse: possibilities will