di Gibbard
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE
I’ve got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots; that my tongue is tied
off
My brain’s repeating if you’ve got an impulse, let it out!
But they never make it past my mouth
This is the sound of settling
This is the sound of settling
Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
And I can’t wait to go gray
And I’ll sit and wonder
Of every love that could have been
If I’d only thought of something charming to say Bop-ba (bop-ba)
This is the sound of settling
Bop-ba, bop-ba (bop-ba)