The Paperbacks songs lyrics

Hey, wasn't anyone listening to the words in that last song? They limped out of his mouth like wounded beasts shambling to their ancestral death...

All available light finds itself attached to you and this, to relieve the things that you know I'm going through. As you speak them, words shake...

Now night arrives with peculiar viciousness, free from the strange glow it once would descend against. You could see the factory lights from any...

Fishing for my keys outside of your front door in the diesel dark slush of a cold November night. The rumble of the wind absorbs every passing sound,...

Kate, we're stuck here for awhile. The only service station closed tonight at five. The transmission has conspired against our silence; and it...

How are you? I'm writing you from school. All I sacrificed to get here, and I just want to talk to you. One month down and I still feel so alone....

In the warmth of your car, you arrive at an empty bar where the decor commits every artistic sin. Where buildings rise high and carve up the evening...

You say, "I was in a movie once. A documentary about suicide; about the people left behind. It was for the CBC; they still run it sometimes." I...

A photograph of a city's streets lit up so bright that it subdues all one would associate with night. A Berlitz course, it chatters breathlessly with...

When were kids, asthma kept me home from school frequently in winter-time. You'd elect sometimes to stay with me, too, though I suspect your motives...

Performing under assumed names at the club where you first played. Your awkward charm now utterly gone. So utterly gone. Replaced with deep...

Shield my eyes from April’s glare, because now that you’re gone, you appear everywhere in fresh seasons that struggle to grow through the last...

We're engaged in the task of swapping purity for depth to perpetrate our art with the authority our broken heroes had. I want to do more than...

Quick: our hosts are going to close their eyes to kiss, and we're the last people that they are going to miss. So let's smuggle some of wine out from...

And so, we step out for a drink at the place we always go. We're docile and expressionless. We're sexless as chess pieces in our coats, lurching...

They're lurking at each stop: a sea of expatriate Americans who will reveal their ignorance with zeal. They natter at me in their unbroken English,...

Here, take a last look at the beach, where shadows of abandoned things stretch out to greet the sea: the terminus of every street, our hair and...

Take me walking through the streets outside my door. Show me something that I've never seen before past the margins of abbreviated stares that reduce...