Death Cab For Cutie - Portable Television lyrics

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, oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh

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, oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

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, oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh