Sleep, sleep with the lights on
Shutters and shades drawn
There's too many windows
Noise
Cars on the freeway
Attempting a clean break
There's nowhere left to go
Watching the room sweep
Through cracks in the concrete
Plates, they will shift
Houses will shake
Fences will droop
We will awake
Only to find
Nothing's the same
Nothing's the same
Home, home is a fire,
Burning reminder
Of where we belong, love
With walls built up around us
The bricks make me nervous
They're only so strong, love
They're only so strong, love
Plates, they will shift
Houses will shake
Fences will droop
We will awake
Only to find
Nothing's the same
Nothing's the same
Nothing's the same
Nothing's the same
Death Cab for Cutie - Codes And Keys Album Lyrics
Death Cab for Cutie - Codes And Keys Lyrics
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD, CHRISTOPHER WALLA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Codes And Keys
We won't get far
Flying in circles inside a jar
Because the air we breathe
Is thinning with the words that we speak
That we speak
You and me
That we speak
You and me
You're on the floor
Fearful of what's outside your door
But the codes and keys
They can protect you
From the pangs of jealousy
When you scream
Love you see
Like a child
Throwing stones at the sky
When they fall back to earth
As minor chords of major works
Separate rooms of single life
We are one
We are alive
We are alive
We are alive
We are alive
We are alive
Flying in circles inside a jar
Because the air we breathe
Is thinning with the words that we speak
That we speak
You and me
That we speak
You and me
You're on the floor
Fearful of what's outside your door
But the codes and keys
They can protect you
From the pangs of jealousy
When you scream
Love you see
Like a child
Throwing stones at the sky
When they fall back to earth
As minor chords of major works
Separate rooms of single life
We are one
We are alive
We are alive
We are alive
We are alive
We are alive
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Some Boys
Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole
They're making the killing at the top of the billings
Their role, and that's all that they know
But some boys don't listen, some boys don't listen at all
They don't ask for permission, they lack inhibitions
No walls, and they get what they want
But some boys don't know how to love
Some boys are singing, some boys are singing the blues
Joylessly flinging with the girls that they're bringing to their rooms
And then leave them, they're through
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
Cause there's no one that's keeping them warm through evening
They know that they're on their own
Some boys don't know how to love
Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
Some boys don't know how to love [x4]
They won't get what they want
They're making the killing at the top of the billings
Their role, and that's all that they know
But some boys don't listen, some boys don't listen at all
They don't ask for permission, they lack inhibitions
No walls, and they get what they want
But some boys don't know how to love
Some boys are singing, some boys are singing the blues
Joylessly flinging with the girls that they're bringing to their rooms
And then leave them, they're through
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
Cause there's no one that's keeping them warm through evening
They know that they're on their own
Some boys don't know how to love
Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole
Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
Some boys don't know how to love [x4]
They won't get what they want
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Doors Unlocked And Open
Isolations, dotted lines
Seas of concrete, wild eyes
Streaking colors, blurred to one
Always moving, blinding sun
Blinding sun
Coldest comfort, safety glass
Seasons turning, dying grass
California, gilded crowns
Idle workers, counting down
Somewhere down, down
Down in the ocean of sound, sound
We'll live in slow-motion
And be free
With doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Isolation
Isolation
California, gilded crowns
Idle workers, counting down
Somewhere down, down
Down in the ocean of sound, sound
We'll live in slow-motion
And be free
With doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Somewhere down, down
Down in the ocean of sound, sound
We'll live in slow-motion
And be free
With doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Somewhere down, down
Down in the ocean of sound, sound
We'll live in slow-motion
And be free
With doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Somewhere down
Doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Seas of concrete, wild eyes
Streaking colors, blurred to one
Always moving, blinding sun
Blinding sun
Coldest comfort, safety glass
Seasons turning, dying grass
California, gilded crowns
Idle workers, counting down
Somewhere down, down
Down in the ocean of sound, sound
We'll live in slow-motion
And be free
With doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Isolation
Isolation
California, gilded crowns
Idle workers, counting down
Somewhere down, down
Down in the ocean of sound, sound
We'll live in slow-motion
And be free
With doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Somewhere down, down
Down in the ocean of sound, sound
We'll live in slow-motion
And be free
With doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Somewhere down, down
Down in the ocean of sound, sound
We'll live in slow-motion
And be free
With doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Somewhere down
Doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Doors unlocked and open
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
You Are A Tourist
This fire grows higher
This fire grows higher
This fire grows higher
This fire grows higher
When there's a burning in your heart
An endless yearning in your heart
Build it bigger than the sun
Let it grow, let it grow
When there's a burning in your heart
Don't be alarmed
This fire grows higher
When there's a doubt within your mind
Because you're thinking all the time
Framing rights into wrongs
Move along, move along
When there's a doubt within your mind
When there's a burning in your heart
And you think it'll burst apart
Or there's nothing to feel
Save the tears, save the tears
When there's a burning in your heart
And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born
Then it's time to go
And define your destination
There's so many different places to call home
Because when you find yourself the villain in the story you have written
It's plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions are in need of redemptions
Would you agree?
If so please show me
This fire grows higher
When there's a burning in your heart
This fire grows higher
This fire grows higher
This fire grows higher
When there's a burning in your heart
An endless yearning in your heart
Build it bigger than the sun
Let it grow, let it grow
When there's a burning in your heart
Don't be alarmed
This fire grows higher
When there's a doubt within your mind
Because you're thinking all the time
Framing rights into wrongs
Move along, move along
When there's a doubt within your mind
When there's a burning in your heart
And you think it'll burst apart
Or there's nothing to feel
Save the tears, save the tears
When there's a burning in your heart
And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born
Then it's time to go
And define your destination
There's so many different places to call home
Because when you find yourself the villain in the story you have written
It's plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions are in need of redemptions
Would you agree?
If so please show me
This fire grows higher
When there's a burning in your heart
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Unobstructed Views
There's no eye in the sky
Just our love
No unobstructed view
No perfect truths
Just our love
Just our love
And there's no verse
No monument of words
For our love
For they can't hold
All I know about my love, about my love
Storm clouds break
Pools remain memories for
Earth embrace
That umbrate up above
They become
New love
New love
There's no eye in the sky
Just our love, just our love
No unobstructed views
No perfect truths
Just our love, just our love
Just our love
No unobstructed view
No perfect truths
Just our love
Just our love
And there's no verse
No monument of words
For our love
For they can't hold
All I know about my love, about my love
Storm clouds break
Pools remain memories for
Earth embrace
That umbrate up above
They become
New love
New love
There's no eye in the sky
Just our love, just our love
No unobstructed views
No perfect truths
Just our love, just our love
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD, CHRISTOPHER WALLA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Monday Morning
She may be young but she only likes old things,
And modern music it ain't to her taste,
She loves the natural light, captured in black and white,
She sees mirages of mountain ranges,
Within a blink of her eyes it changes,
Back to the open plain, oh no she can't explain.
I cry out "Love keep your arms around me",
I am a bird that's in need of grounding,
I'm built to fly away, I never learned how to stay.
The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you,
And when you're lookin' in the mirror what you see is gon' astound you.
But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
Of what began on a Monday morning.
Monday morning, Monday morning,
Ooh, ooh,
Monday morning, Monday morning,
Ooh, ooh,
The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you,
And when you're lookin' in the mirror what you see is gon' astound you.
But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
Of what began on a Monday morning.
Oh yes the night is gonna fall, and the vultures will surround you,
And when you're lookin' in the mirror what you see is gon' astound you.
And all the glow of you from inside the room,
Is burning on inside of you, it all began on a Monday morning.
Monday morning, Monday morning,
Ooh, ooh.
And modern music it ain't to her taste,
She loves the natural light, captured in black and white,
She sees mirages of mountain ranges,
Within a blink of her eyes it changes,
Back to the open plain, oh no she can't explain.
I cry out "Love keep your arms around me",
I am a bird that's in need of grounding,
I'm built to fly away, I never learned how to stay.
The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you,
And when you're lookin' in the mirror what you see is gon' astound you.
But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
Of what began on a Monday morning.
Monday morning, Monday morning,
Ooh, ooh,
Monday morning, Monday morning,
Ooh, ooh,
The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you,
And when you're lookin' in the mirror what you see is gon' astound you.
But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
Of what began on a Monday morning.
Oh yes the night is gonna fall, and the vultures will surround you,
And when you're lookin' in the mirror what you see is gon' astound you.
And all the glow of you from inside the room,
Is burning on inside of you, it all began on a Monday morning.
Monday morning, Monday morning,
Ooh, ooh.
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Portable Television
Bored of old television, shrouded in snow
In a raggedy van on the side of the road
The night it had frozen through my little bones
So you took me in your arms, you squeezed out the cold
And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
Upstate New York, autumn, brightly colored leaves
Oh, the hills were on fire, they burn for you and me
And where we were going it was built like a lie
But as sacred as the Bible, so we didn't question why
And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
I saw it in the soil just recently
Where the rows of teeth they grow in fields of infinite greed
And here laid the father, and here stood the son
Where the road meets the horizon for everyone
For everyone
Bored of old television, take us away
From this burden of reflection we've carried today
Oh, the generator's running but there's nothing on the air
And the static is a comfort, so we huddle around and stare
And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
In a raggedy van on the side of the road
The night it had frozen through my little bones
So you took me in your arms, you squeezed out the cold
And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
Upstate New York, autumn, brightly colored leaves
Oh, the hills were on fire, they burn for you and me
And where we were going it was built like a lie
But as sacred as the Bible, so we didn't question why
And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
I saw it in the soil just recently
Where the rows of teeth they grow in fields of infinite greed
And here laid the father, and here stood the son
Where the road meets the horizon for everyone
For everyone
Bored of old television, take us away
From this burden of reflection we've carried today
Oh, the generator's running but there's nothing on the air
And the static is a comfort, so we huddle around and stare
And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Underneath The Sycamore
Lying in a field of glass
Underneath the overpass
Mangled in the shards of a metal frame
Woken from the dream by my own name
Well I was such a wretched man
Searching everywhere for a homeland
And now we are under the same sun
Feel it through the leaves
Let it heal us
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We were both broken in our own ways
Sifting through the rubble for the wrong things
I know you've got a vengeful heart
And I cannot be stopped as soon as I start
But you have seen your darkest rooms
And I have slept in makeshift tombs
And this is where we find our peace
Oh this is where we are at least
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
Underneath the overpass
Mangled in the shards of a metal frame
Woken from the dream by my own name
Well I was such a wretched man
Searching everywhere for a homeland
And now we are under the same sun
Feel it through the leaves
Let it heal us
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We were both broken in our own ways
Sifting through the rubble for the wrong things
I know you've got a vengeful heart
And I cannot be stopped as soon as I start
But you have seen your darkest rooms
And I have slept in makeshift tombs
And this is where we find our peace
Oh this is where we are at least
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD, CHRISTOPHER WALLA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
St. Peters Cathedral
St. Peter's cathedral
Built of granite
Ever fearful of the answer
When the candle in the tunnel
Is flickering and sputters
And fading faster
It's only then that you will know
What lies above or down below
Or if these fictions only prove
How much you've really got to lose
At St. Peter's cathedral
There is stained glass
There's a steeple that is reaching
Up towards the heavens
Such ambition never failing to amaze me
It's either quite a master plan
Or just chemicals that help us understand
That when our hearts stop ticking
This is the end
And there's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
Built of granite
Ever fearful of the answer
When the candle in the tunnel
Is flickering and sputters
And fading faster
It's only then that you will know
What lies above or down below
Or if these fictions only prove
How much you've really got to lose
At St. Peter's cathedral
There is stained glass
There's a steeple that is reaching
Up towards the heavens
Such ambition never failing to amaze me
It's either quite a master plan
Or just chemicals that help us understand
That when our hearts stop ticking
This is the end
And there's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
There's nothing past this
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Stay Young Go Dancing
Life is sweet
In the belly of the beast
In the belly of the beast,
And with her song in your heart
It can never bring you down
It can never bring you down
Lost in a maze
Of a thousand rainy days
Of a thousand rainy days
But when I heard her voice
Oh it led me to the end
(Oh, it led me to the end)
Yes it led me to the end
'Cause when she sings I hear a symphony
And I'm swallowed in sound as it echoes through me
I'm renewed, oh how I feel like
Through autumn's advancing, we'll stay young, go dancing
As the music plays
Feel our bodies sway
When we move as one
We stay young
(Go dancing)
Life is sweet
In the belly of the beast (In the belly of the beast)
In the belly of the beast
And when with her song in your heart
Oh it can never bring you down (It can never bring you down)
It can never bring you down
'Cause when she sings I hear a symphony
And I'm swallowed in sound as it echoes through me
I'm renewed, oh how I feel like
Through winter's advancing, we'll stay young go dancing
Stay young go dancing
Stay young go dancing
In the belly of the beast
In the belly of the beast,
And with her song in your heart
It can never bring you down
It can never bring you down
Lost in a maze
Of a thousand rainy days
Of a thousand rainy days
But when I heard her voice
Oh it led me to the end
(Oh, it led me to the end)
Yes it led me to the end
'Cause when she sings I hear a symphony
And I'm swallowed in sound as it echoes through me
I'm renewed, oh how I feel like
Through autumn's advancing, we'll stay young, go dancing
As the music plays
Feel our bodies sway
When we move as one
We stay young
(Go dancing)
Life is sweet
In the belly of the beast (In the belly of the beast)
In the belly of the beast
And when with her song in your heart
Oh it can never bring you down (It can never bring you down)
It can never bring you down
'Cause when she sings I hear a symphony
And I'm swallowed in sound as it echoes through me
I'm renewed, oh how I feel like
Through winter's advancing, we'll stay young go dancing
Stay young go dancing
Stay young go dancing
Writer: BENJAMIN GIBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Codes and Keys is the seventh studio album by Death Cab for Cutie, released on May 31, 2011. Ben Gibbard and Nick Harmer have both been quoted as saying that the album will be "a much less guitar-centric album than we've ever made before". The first single, "You Are a Tourist", was made available for online stream on March 28, 2011 on the band's official site and the album was available for streaming in its entirety on May 23, 2011 on NPR.
The album debuted at No. 3 on the Billboard 200, with 102,000 copies sold in its first week. It has sold 283,000 copies in the US as of March 2015. On November 30, 2011, the album received a nomination at the 54th Grammy Awards for Best Alternative Music Album.
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Death Cab for CutieThe album debuted at No. 3 on the Billboard 200, with 102,000 copies sold in its first week. It has sold 283,000 copies in the US as of March 2015. On November 30, 2011, the album received a nomination at the 54th Grammy Awards for Best Alternative Music Album.
Genre(s): Indie pop, alternative rock, indie rock
Producer(s): Chris Walla
Length: 45:04
Released: May 31st, 2011
Year: 2011