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