[Benjamin Gibbard] I remember your silhouette on Dyes Inlet Against the silver sheen of a moon like painted glass Under stars out on a pier; a celestial sphere
[Benjamin Gibbard with Lauren Mayberry] We shared a clove cigarette on the parapet As the TVs glowed from the windows of the model homes And IÂŽd never be that close again to your lips and perfect skin As the tide receded into the unknown