Death Cab For Cutie "Brothers On A Hotel Bed" |
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be. No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise, The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw, Something he was not looking for; both a beginning and an end. But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize, When he catches his reflection on accident. On the back of a motor bike, With your arms outstretched trying to take flight; Leaving everything behind. But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete, In the city where we still reside. And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men, 'Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides, Like brothers on a hotel bed. Like brothers on a hotel bed. Like brothers on a hotel bed. Like brothers on a hotel bed. You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |