| Song | A Movie Script Ending |
| Artist | Death Cab for Cutie |
| Album | Daytrotter Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gibbard | |
| Whenever i come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds. | |
| And the shop fronts on holly are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels). | |
| We peered through the windows... new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating. | |
| As if saved from the gallows. | |
| There's a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they're all so excited. | |
| Passing through unconscious states. | |
| When i awoke i was on the highway. | |
| With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending, | |
| And the patrons are leaving, leaving. | |
| Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs (yes, yes). | |
| I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep, they're just shuffling the sheets, they toss and turn, | |
| (you can't begin to get it back). | |
| Passing through unconscious states. | |
| When i awoke i was on | |
| The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway. |
| zuo ci : Gibbard | |
| Whenever i come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds. | |
| And the shop fronts on holly are dirty words asterisks in for the vowels. | |
| We peered through the windows... new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating. | |
| As if saved from the gallows. | |
| There' s a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they' re all so excited. | |
| Passing through unconscious states. | |
| When i awoke i was on the highway. | |
| With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending, | |
| And the patrons are leaving, leaving. | |
| Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs yes, yes. | |
| I' ll put them to bed, but they won' t sleep, they' re just shuffling the sheets, they toss and turn, | |
| you can' t begin to get it back. | |
| Passing through unconscious states. | |
| When i awoke i was on | |
| The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway. |
| zuò cí : Gibbard | |
| Whenever i come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds. | |
| And the shop fronts on holly are dirty words asterisks in for the vowels. | |
| We peered through the windows... new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating. | |
| As if saved from the gallows. | |
| There' s a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they' re all so excited. | |
| Passing through unconscious states. | |
| When i awoke i was on the highway. | |
| With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending, | |
| And the patrons are leaving, leaving. | |
| Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs yes, yes. | |
| I' ll put them to bed, but they won' t sleep, they' re just shuffling the sheets, they toss and turn, | |
| you can' t begin to get it back. | |
| Passing through unconscious states. | |
| When i awoke i was on | |
| The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway. |