I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots that my tongue was tied off my brain's repeating "if you've got an impulse let it out" but they never make it past my mouth. baa bah, this is the sound of settling baa bah, baa bah our youth is fleeting old age is just around the bend and i can't wait to go grey and i'll sit and wonder of every love that could've been if i'd only thought of something charming to say.
Death cab for cutie – The sound of settling