Death Cab For Cutie Quotes

Let me give my love to you. Let me take your hand. And as we walk in the dimming light Oh darling understand That everything ends...

It's brainless to assume that making changes to your window's view will give a new perspective

I promise I'll never tell." "Don't promise that," he said in an ultraserious voice. "If they try to hurt you and the only way to protect yourself is to tell them what you know about me, then you tell them. Straight off, okay?" "No." "Promise me." "No!" "I will possess your heart." Heat flared along the back of my neck. "What did you say?" "My favorite song. 'I Will Possess Your Heart.'" "By Death Cab for Cutie?" He snorted. "No, the little known T.I. Hip-hop remix. Yes, Death Cab for Cutie." ... "Why? What's wrong with it?" "Nothing, but it doesn't seem to fit you. It's kind of a sad song." "No it's pure confident. It's not 'I want' or 'I need', none of that crap." He slipped his hand over mine. "It's 'I will.'" A nervous laugh bubbled up. "You will, huh?" His fingers brushed my cheek, then slid into my hair. "I will.

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me—it’s the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn’t smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it’s important that you know, so you’re not next.

You shouldn't think what you're feeling

I need you so much closer

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight waiting for the hint of a spark

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound.

That there are roads left in both of our shoes.

Cause at night the sun in retreat, Made the skyline look like crooked teeth, In the mouth of a man who was devouring, us both.

Meet me at your best behavior, Meet me at your worst, For there will be no stone left unturned, Or bubble left to burst.

I want to live where soul meets body And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel, feel what its like to be new And I cannot guess what we'll discover When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s And not one speck will remain And I do believe it’s true That there are roads left in both of our shoes But if the silence takes you Then I hope it takes me too So brown eyes I hold you near Cause you’re the only song I want to hear

I roll the window down And then begin to breathe in The darkest country road And the strong scent of evergreen From the passenger seat as you are driving me home. Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites From the passenger seat as you are driving me home. "do they collide?" I ask and you smile. With my feet on the dash The world doesn't matter. When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride When you need directions then i'll be the guide For all time.

That everything ends, That everything ends,

Idle war of head versus heart It's always this way My head is weak it always speaks Before I know what it will say

Death Cab for Cutie’s “Transatlanticism

And I knew that you were truth I would rather lose Than to have never lain beside at all

I don't know why, I don't know why I return to the scenes of these crimes Where the hedgerows slowly wind Through the ghosts of Beverly Drive I don't know why, I don't know why I don't know what I expect to find

The Elvis imitation calls to mind ‘Death Cab for Cutie,’ the song the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band sang in Magical Mystery Tour.

Marching Bands of Manhattan” by Death Cab for Cutie

The band is Death Cab for Cutie. The song I like is ‘Black Sun.

Where Do I Begin,” Shirley Bassey; “Swing Life Away,” Rise Against; “I’ve Got a Crush on You,” Frank Sinatra; “My Best Friend’s Girl,” The Cars; “Mr. Brightside,” The Killers; “What Sarah Said,” Death Cab for Cutie; “The Scientist,” Coldplay; “Everlong,” Foo Fighters; “Wild Horses,” The Sundays; “One Love,” U2; “Criminal,” Fiona Apple; “Bleeding Love,” Leona Lewis; “Again,” Janet Jackson; “I Think That She Knows,” Justin Timberlake; “Let’s Get it On,” Marvin Gaye; “Let’s Stay Together,” Al Green; “Save the Last Dance for Me,” The Drifters.

He drove a gray Honda CR-V and ate six Wendy’s Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers from the Drive-Thru Value Menu. He listened to a Spotify playlist of Ed Sheeran, Death Cab for Cutie, and Coldplay while driving exactly the speed limit with his fedora on the dashboard, hooked atop a plastic hat rack he’d purchased for $9.99 on Amazon.

If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the "no's" on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark

Le llaman kintsugi. Sí, como el álbum de los Death Cab for Cutie.