I wanted to walk through the empty streets
When our bodies finally go
Songwriters: Ben Gibbard, Jimmy Tamborello
And I'm looking through the glass
Because the air outside will make our cells divide at an alarming rate
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
And I'm not coming out until this is all over
When our bodies finally go
Publishers: DYING SONGS, WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC
And we become silhouettes
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
And that's when we will explode and it won't be a pretty sight
And we'll become silhouettes
And we'll become silhouettes
Filtered water and pictures of you
And we'll become silhouettes
Where the light bends at the cracks
And we'll become
Pretending the echoes belong to someone
When our bodies finally go
Someone I used to know
When our bodies finally go
Until our shells simply cannot hold all our insides in
And we'll become
And feel something constant under my feet
When our bodies finally go
And we'll become silhouettes
I've got a cupboard with cans of food
And we'll become