[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:49.59]Photographs of the best time you had, [00:55.30]windows smugded by the speed. [01:00.97]Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street, [01:06.76]as morning turned into California, [01:13.83]And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette. [01:24.15]Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past. [01:42.77]Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M to take my turn at the wheel. [01:54.47]Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached [02:00.54]as the sun tortured California, [02:05.53]and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me. [02:18.19]Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete. [02:36.65]Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat [02:42.10]lodged out as the engine wheezed. [02:47.79]Still moving regardless of stable ground [02:53.83]and this stable ground. [03:11.85]Photographs of the best time you had, [03:15.31]windows smugded by the speed. [03:22.74]Leaving home with our bags from Iron street [03:28.64]as morning turned into California. [03:38.01]The hottest songs from Death Cab For Cutie [03:40.26]enjoy it~~ guang