Someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
'Cause I'm not who I used to be
But even at our swiftest speed
'Cause I'm not who I used to be
But these wrinkles masterfully disguise
Like brothers on a hotel bed
But now he lives inside
The youthful boy below
Who turned your way and saw
In the city where we still reside
Like brothers on a hotel bed
'Cause now we say goodnight
Leaving everything behind
From our own separate sides
We couldn't break from the concrete
Both, a beginning and an end
Songwriters: Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Like brothers on a hotel bed
You may tire of me
No longer easy on the eyes
For the sea like navy men
As our December sun is setting
You may tire of me
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., PLEASE PASS THE SONGS, WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC
Something he was not looking for
And I have learned
As our December sun is setting
On the back of a motor bike
That even landlocked lovers yearn