"Gravitated towards a taste,
For foreign films and modern plays.
But that machine could only,
Bend to squares five to six times,
Before your fingers came unwired.

Weights down so that you could move forwards,
Forwards.
So you could move forwards,
Forwards.

Pinch to snub that restless nerve,
And knock the wind from one last urge.
With two fingers in a rock glass,
Time passed and that was that,
Quite a slip, a loosened grasp.

Weights down so that you could move forwards,
Forwards.
So you could move forwards,
Forwards.

Ooooo, what a way to cut lengthwise.
Ooooo, what a way to cut lengthwise.
Ooooo, what a way to cut lengthwise.
Ooooo, what a way to cut lengthwise."

-Death Cab for Cutie