Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Portable Television, artist - Death Cab for Cutie. Date of issue: 26.05.2011
Song language: English
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, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| 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, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| 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, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh |