20th Century Towers by DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

We'll correct collegiate mistakes, a shower of formal ideals, completely soused. 
The hearts on our sleeves as they drowned we could hear them screaming. 
Oh what a tragic way to see our final days. 

I attempt to talk up the town: The answers are in the arches of the 
20th Century Towers and in comfortable cars in motion. 

And yet it still remains, this incessant refrain: 
You're just like the rest. Your restlessness makes you lazy. 

Keeping busy is just wasting time and I've wasted what little he gave me. (all around) 
I know the conscious choice was crystal clear the slate of former years: 
When I sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you.