Death Cab For Cutie

Brothers On A Hotel Bed Acoustic

You may tire of me as our December sun is
setting because I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully
disguise the youthful boy below
who turned your way and saw something he was not looking
for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not
recognize when he catches his reflection on accident
etc.