Company Calls Epilogue [Alternate Take] — текст песни (Death Cab For Cutie)

Synapse to synapse: the possibility`s thin.
I`m dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date.
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took, were so real.

And I kept distance: the complications cloud
the postcards and blip through fiberoptics,
as the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties
their parents bought them: "I`ll catch you this time!"

Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I`ll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can`t spit it out when the date`s been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached
beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
up and down the main drag.
People would will turn to see who`s making the racket.
It`s not...the first time.

When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
and I`ll contest, but they won`t listen
when the casualty rate`s near 100 percent,
and there isn`t a pension for second best or for hardly moving...

Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I`ll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can`t spit it out when the date`s been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

You were the one, but I can`t spit it out when the date`s been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.