Sunday, 27 December 2009

our broken down little car,



LITTLE MOTEL

i hope that you like it in your little motel
and i hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well 
well i can see it as time and as sight through smell
that's why it's nice to be by yourself

we treat mishaps like sinking ships
and i know that i don't want to be out to drift
well i can see it in your eyes like i taste your lips
and they both tell me that we're better than this

we trade tit for tat yeah like that for this 
and i don't think that there was an insult that was missed
i can see it in your eyes like i taste your lips 
and i'm very sorry

'cause that's what i'm waiting for
that's what i'm waiting for
that's what i'm waiting for aren't i
that's what i'm waiting for
that's what i'm waiting for
that's what i'm waiting for darling




the reaminders of a shooting star landed
directly on our broken down little car 
before then we had made a wish 
that we would be missed 
if one or another just did not exist


modest mouse


xx


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