Taxi Cab (Vampire Weekend)
Unsentimental,
Traveling around,
Sure of myself,
Sure of it now,
You were standing so close to me,
Like the future was supposed to be,
In the aisles of the grocery,
In the blocks uptown,
I remember,
Remember well,
But if I'd forgotten,
Could you tell,
In the shadow of your first attack,
I was questioning and looking back,
You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that."
Like a real aristocrat.
Compound to compound,
Lazy and safe,
Wanted to leave it
Wanted to wait
When the taxi door was open wide,
I pretended I was horrified,
By the uniform and gloves outside
Of the courtyard gate,
You're not a victim,
But neither am I,
Nostalgic for garbage,
Desperate for time,
I could blame it on your mother's hair
Or the colors that your father wears,
But I know that I was never fair,
You were always fine,
Unsentimental,
Traveling around,
Sure of myself,
Sure of it now,
You were standing so close to me,
Like the future was supposed to be,
In the aisles of the grocery,
In the blocks uptown,
I remember,
Remember it well,
And if I'd forgotten,
Could you tell,
In the shadow of your first attack,
I was questioning and looking back,
You were standing on another track,
Like a real aristocrat
Traveling around,
Sure of myself,
Sure of it now,
You were standing so close to me,
Like the future was supposed to be,
In the aisles of the grocery,
In the blocks uptown,
I remember,
Remember well,
But if I'd forgotten,
Could you tell,
In the shadow of your first attack,
I was questioning and looking back,
You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that."
Like a real aristocrat.
Compound to compound,
Lazy and safe,
Wanted to leave it
Wanted to wait
When the taxi door was open wide,
I pretended I was horrified,
By the uniform and gloves outside
Of the courtyard gate,
You're not a victim,
But neither am I,
Nostalgic for garbage,
Desperate for time,
I could blame it on your mother's hair
Or the colors that your father wears,
But I know that I was never fair,
You were always fine,
Unsentimental,
Traveling around,
Sure of myself,
Sure of it now,
You were standing so close to me,
Like the future was supposed to be,
In the aisles of the grocery,
In the blocks uptown,
I remember,
Remember it well,
And if I'd forgotten,
Could you tell,
In the shadow of your first attack,
I was questioning and looking back,
You were standing on another track,
Like a real aristocrat
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Writer(s): Rostam Batmanglij, Ezra Koenig
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