Death Cab For Cutie Gridlock Caravans Lyrics

Gridlock Caravans Lyrics

Starched white shirts, so neatly pressed by domestic muses
Feed dilusions
that everything is working out right,
But your ribs can't withstand
increasing weight
As your heart gets heavier and sooner or later,
It
falls to the tips of your toes.

And every day tastes like inhaling

When you just lit the wrong end (that plastic burning scent).
Your only
friends are on the exit ramps of gridlock caravans.
You try to ask how
they've been, 
But the metal and glass is too thick.