Text: Death Cab For Cutie. Transatlanticism. Lightness.

There's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress
And I'm sneaking glances
Looking for the patterns in static
They start to make sense the longer I'm at it

Ivory lines lead

Your heart is a river
That flows from your chest through every organ
Your brain is the dam
And I am the fish who can't reach the cord

Ivory lines lead

Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want

Ivory lines lead
Ivory lines lead

Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want

Ivory lines lead
Ivory lines lead