Death Cab For Cutie - Gridlock Caravans lyrics
[Death Cab For Cutie - Gridlock Caravans lyrics]
Starched white shirts
So neatly pressed by domestic muses
Feed delusions that everything is
Working out right but your ribs can't
Withstand increasing weight
As your heart gets heavier
And sooner or later
It falls to the tips of your toes
And every day tastes like inhaling
When you just lit the wrong end
(that plastic burning scent)
Your only friends are on the
Exit ramps of gridlock caravans
You try to ask how they've been
But the metal and glass is too thick
So neatly pressed by domestic muses
Feed delusions that everything is
Working out right but your ribs can't
Withstand increasing weight
As your heart gets heavier
And sooner or later
It falls to the tips of your toes
And every day tastes like inhaling
When you just lit the wrong end
(that plastic burning scent)
Your only friends are on the
Exit ramps of gridlock caravans
You try to ask how they've been
But the metal and glass is too thick