Death Cab For Cutie - Portable Television Lyrics
Portable television, shrouded in snowIn a raggedy van on the side of the roadThe night it had frozen through my little bonesSo you took me in your arms, you squeezed out the coldAnd oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, oohUpstate New York, autumn, brightly colored leavesOh the hills were on fire, they burned for you and meAnd where we were going, it was built like a lieBut as sacred as the Bible, so we didn't question whyAnd oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, oohI saw it in the soil just recentlyWhere the rows of teeth they grow in fields of infinite greedAnd here laid the father, and here stood the sonWhere the road meets the horizon for everyoneFor everyonePortable television, take us awayFrom this burden of reflection we've carried todayOh the generator's running but there's nothing on the airAnd the static is a comfort, so we huddle 'round and stareAnd oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh