Talking Like Turnstiles - Death Cab for Cutie

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 ringing in the guest room

A muffled voice on the machine

It’s either someone I don’t want to 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