The worst of it now, I can't remember your face.
"And it came to me then that every plan
Is a tiny prayer to Father Time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
That I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me...
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say 'good-bye'
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
That to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself
'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacing, bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes 'round, and everyone lifts their head
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said :
That love is watching someone die.
So who's gonna' watch you die?"
-- Death Cab for Cutie, "What Sarah Said," Plans
"Now it's years since your body went flat
And even memories of that
Are all thick and dull,
All gravel and glass
But who needs them now?
Displaced they're easily more safe
The worst of it now,
I can't remember your face
Return...
For a while, with the vertigo cured
We were alive, we were pure
The void took the shape
Of all that you were
But years take their toll
And things get bent into shape
Antiseptic and tired,
I can't remember your face
Return...
You were supposed to grow old
You were supposed to grow old
Reckless, unfrightened and old
You were supposed to grow old
Return...
You were supposed to return."
-- OK Go, "Return," OK Go
Hello, sad songs to which I have not listened in ages. Thanks for being there, as ever.
Is a tiny prayer to Father Time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
That I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me...
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say 'good-bye'
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
That to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself
'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacing, bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes 'round, and everyone lifts their head
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said :
That love is watching someone die.
So who's gonna' watch you die?"
-- Death Cab for Cutie, "What Sarah Said," Plans
"Now it's years since your body went flat
And even memories of that
Are all thick and dull,
All gravel and glass
But who needs them now?
Displaced they're easily more safe
The worst of it now,
I can't remember your face
Return...
For a while, with the vertigo cured
We were alive, we were pure
The void took the shape
Of all that you were
But years take their toll
And things get bent into shape
Antiseptic and tired,
I can't remember your face
Return...
You were supposed to grow old
You were supposed to grow old
Reckless, unfrightened and old
You were supposed to grow old
Return...
You were supposed to return."
-- OK Go, "Return," OK Go
Hello, sad songs to which I have not listened in ages. Thanks for being there, as ever.