Company Calls Epilogue

作词:Gibbard

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

you were the one but i can't

spit it out when the date's been set.

the white routine to be ingested inaccurately