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Tekster: Death Cab For Cutie. Plans. What Sarah Said.


And it came to me then
That every plan
Is a tiny glance of father time
As I stared at my shoes
In the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409

And I rationed my breaths
As I said to myself
That I'd already taken to much today
As each descending peak
On the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me...

Amongst the vending machines
And year old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It's done like a violent limp
That our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds

And I knew that you were truth
I would rather lose
Than to have never laid in the sun at all
Then I looked around
At all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself

Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous spaces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their head
And I'm thinking of what Sarah said
But love is watching someone die...

So who's gonna watch you die?
So who's gonna watch you die?