Death Cab for Cutie - Crooked Teeth

Talking Like Turnstiles

Sometimes I talk like a turnstile
When I have had too much to drink
A tangled tongue like English Ivy
Just like a film dubbed out of sync

The phone is ringin' in the guest room
A muffled voice on the machine
It's either someone I don't wanna talk to
Or someone selling what I don't need
'Cause I'm waiting for you to come on home

Sometimes I fall in fits of laughter
My bottle shatters on the floor
And you apologize profusely
For the drunkard on your arm

And I'll change, love, change, love
Change for you
'Cause even slurred words can contain some truth
I'll change love, change love
Change for you
When I am ready to

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Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard
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