Vārdi:
Transatlanticism

I've got a hunger Twisting my stomach into knots That my tongue was tied off My brain's repeating If you've got an impulse let it out But they never make

Sometimes I think this cycle never ends We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's

The glove compartment isn't accurately named And everybody knows it So I'm proposing a swift orderly change Cause behind its door there's nothing to

God bless the daylight The sugary smell of springtime Remembering when you were mine In a still suburban town When every Thursday I'd brave those mountain

So this is the new year And I don't feel any different The clanking of crystal Explosions off in the distance In the distance So this is the new year

The atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how... The clouds above opened up and let it out. I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere

Tulkojums: Sešas pēdas zem celiņu. Death Cab Par Cutie - transatlanticism.

: the glove compartment isn't accurately named and everybody knows it. so I'm proposing a swift orderly change. cause behind its door there's nothing

: there's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress and I'm sneaking glances. looking for the patterns in static they start to make sense the longer