There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes
I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards
And this is the chance I never got
To make a move, but we just talk
With your hand on my shoulders
A meaningless movement
A moviescript ending
But don't you get me started now
Here's the kicker of this whole shebang
The look that you're giving me
It tells me exactly what you are thinking
I don't mind restrictions or if you're blacking out the friction
It's just an escape, it's overrated anyways
It varies from season to season kid

Album : The Photo Album by Death Cab For Cutie