Lletres: Death Cab For Cutie. Steadier Footing.

It's gotten late and now i want to be alone

All of our friends were here, they all have gone home

And here i sit on the front porch watching the drunks stumble forth into the night

you gave me a heart attack; i did not see you there. i thought you had disappeared so early away from here.

And this is the chance I never got to make a move.

But we just talk about the people we've met in the last 5 years.

And will remember them in ten more?

I let you bum a smoke, you quit this winter past.

I've tried twice before but like this, it just will not last.