Portable Television

Portable television, shrouded in snow.

In a raggedy van on the side of the road.

The night it had frozen through my little bones.

So you took me in your arms, you squeezed out the cold.

And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh.

Upstate New York, autumn, brightly colored leaves.

Oh, the hills were on fire, they burn for you and me

And where we were going it was built like a lie.

But as sacred as the Bible, so we didn't question why.

And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh.

I saw it in the soil just recently.

Where the rows of teeth they grow in fields of infinite greed

And here laid the father, and here stood the son.

 

Where the road meets the horizon for everyone.

For everyone.

Portable television, take us away

From this burden of reflection we've carried today.

Oh, the generator's running but there's nothing on the air.

And the static is a comfort, so we huddle around and stare.

And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh.  

- Death Cab for Cutie