Information Travels Faster - Death Cab for Cutie

I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess

You wanted me to write you letters, but i’d rather lose your address

And forget that we’d ever met and what did or did not occur.

Sitting in the station, it’s all a blur

Of dancehall hips, pretentious quips.

A boxers, bob and weave.

And here’s the kicker of this whole shebang

You’re in debt and completely fooled, that you can look into the mirror and

objectively rank your wounds.

Sewing circles are not solely based in trades of cloth…

There’s spinsters all around here taking notes, reporting on us.

As information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age

As our days are crawling by so slowly

Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age

As our days are crawling by so slowly

Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age

As our days are crawling by so slowly

Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age

As our days are crawling by so slowly