Death Cab for Cutie - A Lack of Color

And when I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better—it picks you up and turns you around, turns you around, turns you around.

If you feel discouraged, when there’s a lack of color here, please don’t worry, lover, it’s really bursting at the seams, absorbing everything, the spectrums A to Z.

This is fact—not fiction—for the first time in years.
And all the girls in every girly magazine can’t make me feel any less alone.
I’m reaching for the phone to call at 7:03, and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home.
But I know it’s too late. I should have given you a reason to stay. ...

This is fact—not fiction—for the first time in years.

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