Long Division

Death Cab For Cutie - Long Division

His head was a city of paper buildings

And the echoes that remained

Of old friends and lovers

Their features bleeding together in his brain

Once it started it's harder to tell them apart

He was always distracted

By the very mention of an open door

'Cause he had sworn not to be what he'd been before

To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder

The television was snowing softly

As she hunted for her keys

She said she never envisioned

Him the type of person capable of such deceit

And they carried on like long division

Cause it was clear with every page

Oh, that they were further away

From a solution that would play

Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder

He has sworn not to be what he'd been before

To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder