Текст (слова) песни: Death cab for cutie - Company Calls Epilogue
synapse to synapse: the possibility`s thin. i`m dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date. the figures in plastic on the wedding cake that i took were so real. and i kept a distance: the complications cloud the postcards and blips through fiberoptics, as the girls with the pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties their parent bought: "i`ll catch you this time!" crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? screaming, drunk, disorderly: i`ll tell you mine. you were the one but i can`t spit it out when the date`s been set. the white routine to be ingested inaccurately. synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached beer cans to the bumper so they could drive up and down the main drag. people would turn to see who`s making the racket. it`s not the first time. when they lay down the fish will swim upstream and i`ll contest but they won`t listen when the casualty rate`s near 100%, and there isn`t a pension for second best or for hardly moving... crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? screaming, drunk, disorderly: i`ll tell you mine. you were the one but i can`t spit it out when the date`s been set. the white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
Прямая ссылка на текст песни Company Calls Epilogue: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/1516.html