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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Gibbard
Lead Vocals
Jason Patrick McGerr
Drums
Chris Walla
Guitar
N. Harmer
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Gibbard
Songwriter
N. Harmer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Walla
Producer
Lonya Nenashev
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Zirkel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Roger Seibel
Mastering Engineer
Songteksten
And it came to me then
That every plan
Is a tiny prayer to Father Time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
That I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind
That our memories depends
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth
I would rather lose
Than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around
At all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself
'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes round
And everyone lifts their head
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said
"Love is watching someone die"
So who's gonna watch you die?
So who's gonna watch you die?
So who's gonna watch you die?
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla
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