Long Division - Death Cab for Cutie, Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

His head was a city of paper buildings

And the echoes that remained of old friends and lovers

Their features bleeding together in his brain

And once it started was harder to tell them apart

He was always distracted by the very mention of an open door

'Cause he had sworn not to be what he’d been before

To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder

To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder

The television was snowing softly as she hunted for her keys

She said she never envisioned him the type of person capable of such deceit

And then they carried on like long division

As it was clear with every page

That they were further away from a solution that would play

Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder

Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder

Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder

Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder

He had sworn not to be what he’d been before

To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder

To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder

To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder

To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder

To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder

To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder