I was the one worth living...

Já há dois anos que ouvir este disco na minha cama é a melhor prenda de Natal que posso ter. Ouvi-lo, cantá-lo como se não houvesse tristezas, como se todo o Mundo fosse de repente salpicado pelas miudezas da minha voz...triste voz. Para quem ainda pensa que electrónica, canções, pop e amor, tudo caldeado, daria uma grande otite.
Sim, debitem opiniões sobre este maravilhoso disquinho...que me orgulho de possuir. É um dos discos da minha curta vida e será para sempre um objecto a que só falta falar. Sentir-se-à sempre aquele friozinho nas maõs, com medo de estragar tudo; sentir-se-à sempre a proximidade com Ben Gibbard e Jimmy Tamborello; sentir-se-à sempre a doçura de canções, puras canções, ingénuas e doces, delicadas como uma peça de roupa...

Everything...will change...ooh ooh

Smeared black ink...
your palms are sweaty
And i'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath

Where i am

I wanted to walk through the empty streetsand feel something constant under my feet
but all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
because the air outside will make
our cells divide at an alarming rate
until our shells simply cannot hold
all our insides in
and that's when we'll explode
and it won't be a pretty sight

And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go

I'll wear my badge...
a vinyl sticker with bigh block letters
adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends
I am a visitor here...
I am not permanent

And the only thing keeping me dry is where i am

Would someone please call a surgeon
who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that's sure deserted
for better company

I can't accept that it's over
and I will block the door
like a goalie attending the net
in the third quarter
of a tied game rivalry

So
just say how to make it right
and I swear I'll do my best to comply

Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
than making you my bride and slowly growing old together

I feel I must interject here
you're getting carried away
feeling sorry for yourself
with these revisions
and gaps in history

So let me help you remember
I've made charts and graphs
that should finally make it clear
I've prepared a lecture
on why I have to leave

So please back away
And let me go

I can't my darling; I love you so

Oh oh

Tell me
am I right to think that there could be nothing better
than making you my bride and slowly growing old together.

Don't you feed me lies
about some idealistic future
You know I won't hear right
if you keep tearing out the sutures

I know that I have made mistakes
and I swear I'll never wrong you again

You've got a lure I can't deny
but you've had your chance
so say goodbye

Say goodbye

You seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key
explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seeing
Why i was the one worth leaving



Do you realize it?