Death Cab For Cutie - Expo '86 lyrics
[Death Cab For Cutie - Expo '86 lyrics]
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom
Then we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that
I have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against
The steel has gotten worse
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited
The anticipation's got me glued
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
Sometimes it seems that I don't
Have the skills to recollect
The twists and turns of plot that
Turned us from lovers to friends
I'm thinking I should take that volume
Back up off the shelf
And crack it's weary spine and
Read to help remind myself
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited
The anticipation's got me glued
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the
One you said you loved
And it's strange
They're all basically the same
So I don't ask names anymore
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom
Then we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that
I have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against
The steel has gotten worse
The squeaking of our skin against
The steel has gotten worse
The squeaking of our skin against
The steel has gotten worse
We slide from top to bottom
Then we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that
I have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against
The steel has gotten worse
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited
The anticipation's got me glued
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
Sometimes it seems that I don't
Have the skills to recollect
The twists and turns of plot that
Turned us from lovers to friends
I'm thinking I should take that volume
Back up off the shelf
And crack it's weary spine and
Read to help remind myself
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited
The anticipation's got me glued
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the
One you said you loved
And it's strange
They're all basically the same
So I don't ask names anymore
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom
Then we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that
I have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against
The steel has gotten worse
The squeaking of our skin against
The steel has gotten worse
The squeaking of our skin against
The steel has gotten worse