no blinding light or tunnels, to gaze, of white
just our hands clasped so tight
waiting for the hint of a spark
if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
illuminate the nose on their vacancy signs
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
then i'll follow you into the dark
just our hands clasped so tight
waiting for the hint of a spark
if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
illuminate the nose on their vacancy signs
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
then i'll follow you into the dark
death cab for cutie-i'll follow you into the dark
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