I know that some of these are probably wrong- I’ve just written them the way I hear them. I also know that Death Cab For Cutie aren’t the original writers of some of these lyrics.

• “How I wish you could see the potential, The potential of you and me, It's like a book elegantly bound, But in a language you can't read just yet, You got to spend some time, love, You got to spend some time with me, And I know that you'll find love, I will possess your heart.”
• “If you feel discouraged, When there's a lack of colour here, Please don't worry lover, It's really bursting at the seams, From absorbing everything, The spectrum’s A to Z.”
• “All of the parts are the same on every face- few variables change, The differences pale when compared to the similarities they share.”
• “Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all, But every night ends the same as I'm collapsing once more by your side, Finally there is clarity; this tiny life is making sense, And every drop numbs the both of us, but I alone am staggering.”
• “I'm a war, of head versus heart, And it's always this way, My head is weak, my heart always speaks, Before I know what it will say.”
• “Sometimes I think this cycle never ends, We slide from top to bottom then we turn and climb again.”
• “And I want to know my fate, If I keep up this way, And it's hard to want to stay awake, When everyone you meet, They all seem to be asleep.”
• “Love of mine, Someday you will die, But I'll be close behind, I'll follow you into the dark.”
• “When we laugh indoors, The blissful tones bounce off the walls, And fall to the ground, Peel the hardwood back, And let them loose from decades trapped, And listen so still.”
• “And together there, In a shroud of frost, the mountain air, Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass, And I held you closer than anyone would ever guess.”
• “It felt just like falling in love again, Can you tell me why you have been so sad?”
• “Why ponder life’s complexities when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?”
• “I want to live where soul meets body, And let the sun wrap its arms around me, And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing, And feel, feel what its like to be new, ‘Cause in my head there’s a grey outstation, Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations, So they may have a chance of finding a place, Where they’re far more suited than here.”