death cab for cutie
brothers on a hotel bed
You may tire of me As our December sun is setting 'Cause I'm not who I used to be  No longer easy on the eyes But these wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below  Who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for Both a beginning and an end  But now he lives inside Someone he does not recognize When he catches his reflection on accident  On the back of a motorbike With your arms outstretched trying to take flight leaving everything behind  But even at our swiftest speed We couldn't break from the concrete In the city where we still reside  And I have learned  That even landlocked lubbers yearn For the sea like navy men  'Cause now we say goodnight  From our own separate sides Like brothers on a hotel bed  Like brothers on a hotel bed Like brothers on a hotel bed Like brothers on a hotel bed  You may tire of me As our December sun is setting 'Cause I'm not who I used to be