Death Cab for Cutie Blacking Out the Friction I don't mind the weather I've got scarves and caps and sweaters I've got long johns under slacks for blustery days I think that it's brainless to assume That making changes to your window's view Will give a new perspective And the hardest part is yet to come I don't mind restrictions Or if you're blacking out the friction It's just an escape (It's overrated anyways) The hardest part is yet to come When you will cross the country alone

Death Cab for Cutie Lack of Color And when I see you I really see you upside down But my brain knows better It picks you up and turns you around Turns you around Turns you around If you feel discouraged When there's a lack of color here Please don't worry lover It's really bursting at the seams Absorbing everything The spectrum's A to Z This is fact, not fiction For the first time in years All the girls in every girlie magazine Can't make me feel any less alone I'm reaching for the phone To call at 7:03 And on your machine, I slur a plea For you to come home But I know it's too late I should have given you a reason to stay Given you a reason to stay Given you a reason to stay Given you a reason to stay This is fact, not fiction For the first time in years...