Text: Death Cab For Cutie. Something About Airplanes. Bend To Squares.

Gravitated towards a taste
For foreign films and modern plays
But that machine could only
Bend to squares five to six times
Before your fingers came unwired

Weights down so that you could move forwards, forwards
And you could move forwards, forwards

Pinch to snub that restless nerve
And knock the wind from one last urge
With two fingers a rock glass
Time passed and that was that
Quite a slip, a loosened grasp

Weights down so that you could move forwards, forwards
And you could move forwards, forwards

What a way to cut lengthwise
What a way to cut lengthwise
What a way to cut lengthwise
What a way to cut lengthwise