Death Cab For Cutie Company Calls Epilogue (alternate) Lyrics

Company Calls Epilogue (alternate) Lyrics



Synapse to Synapse: the possibility's thin.

I'm dressed up for free drinks 

and family greetings on your wedding 

your wedding

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 them: 

"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? 

Sreaming, 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.