Crooked Teeth

Album: Plans (2005)
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  • It was one hundred degrees as we sat beneath a willow tree
    Whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air
    And refused to fall, to fall

    And I knew I'd made a horrible call
    And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall
    And there was no doubt about which side I was on

    'Cause I built you a home in my heart
    With rotten wood and it decayed from the start
    'Cause you can't find nothing at all
    If there was nothing there all along
    No, you can't find nothing at all
    If there was nothing there all along

    I braved treacherous streets
    And kids strung out on homemade speed
    And we shared a bed in which I could not sleep at all

    'Cause at night, the sun in retreat
    Made the skyline look like crooked teeth
    In the mouth of a man who was devouring us both

    You're so cute when you're slurring your speech
    But they're closing the bar
    And they want us to leave

    And you can't find nothing at all
    If there was nothing there all along
    No, you can't find nothing at all
    If there was nothing there all along

    I'm a war of head versus heart
    And it's always this way
    My head is weak, my heart always speaks
    Before I know what it will say

    And you can't find nothing at all
    If there was nothing there all along
    No, you can't find nothing at all
    If there was nothing there all along (no you can't find)

    And you can't find nothing at all
    If there was nothing there all along
    There were churches, theme parks and malls
    There was nothing there all along Writer/s: Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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