[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 I´d never be that close again to your lips and perfect skin As the tide receded into the unknown