Company Calls — текст песни (Death Cab For Cutie)

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 grettings from the eastern bloc. synapse
to synapse: possoibilities will thin or fade. your wedding figurines:
i`d melt so i could drink them in.