Little Bribes - Death Cab for Cutie, Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

The Eiffel tower built to smaller scale

The freshest oxygen I’d ever inhale

I tapped a bottle against a safety rail, killing time

And you were like a walking compliment

Tall in stature and exceptionally read

In dummy glasses and a cardigan, oh, come on

And oh-so-empty were the faces

Of the dealers and the waitresses around

You said that all these things you’ve learned to ignore

The hidden cameras on the casino floor

And what gets paid for behind hotel doors, oh, come on

You pretend every slot machine

Is a robot amputee waving hello

The people stare into their eyes

And they feed them little bribes and then they go

The never-ending twilight

In a basement where the sun has never spilt

You said that you were lonely

And then we kissed like lonely people do

You said the city has a beating heart

That pushes people down the boulevard

And they’re all hoping for a wish fulfilled

In a desert for a dollar bill

Those foolish dreams, you know they plague me still, oh, come on

And oh-so-empty were the faces

Of the dealers and the waitresses around

And oh-so-empty were the faces

Of the dealers and the waitresses around

They’re empty