In a basement where the sun has never spilt
Pretend every slot machine is a robot amputee waving hello
They're empty
And oh, so empty were the faces
The people stare into their eyes
You said this city has a beating heart
Tall in stature and exceptionally read
In a desert for a dollar bill
Of the dealers and the waitresses around
Of the dealers and the waitresses around
I tapped a bottle 'gainst the safety rail killing time
And what gets paid for behind hotel doors
The freshest oxygen I ever inhaled
Oh, come on
You said that all these things you've learned to ignore
And oh, so empty were the faces
And you were like a walking compliment
Songwriters: Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla
That pushes people down the boulevard
Those foolish dreams, you know they plague me still
And oh, so empty were the faces
And they feed them little bribes and then they go
The never ending twilight
Of the dealers and the waitresses around
Oh, come on
In dummy glasses and a cardigan
You said that you were lonely
The Eiffel Tower built to smaller scale
Oh, come on
The hidden cameras on the casino floor
And they're all hoping for a wish fulfilled
And then we kissed like lonely people do