President Of What?

President Of What?
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in
I took a little more of what I take for granted
And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn

And wheels would roll away
Something's got to break you down
Entered the scene (i'm told) on I think it was Monday
You drove straight through and mined that quarry
For all it could bleed 'til dry
I took a little more 'til I got taken for granted
Cause beautiful boys gave chase
And when they arch your backbone
It's such a dreadful sight
I'll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control
La canción 'President Of What?' de Death Cab For Cutie nos sumerge en una narrativa envuelta en melancolía y reflexión. Se abre con una escena cotidiana en un domingo lluvioso, donde los pliegues en el papel indican un temor constante de que las cuatro paredes puedan derrumbarse...