Films, and such.

Listening to: Transatlanticism by Death Cab For Cutie

The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door
Have been silenced forevermore
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh, no
I need you so much closer


Good night, and good luck. I'll miss your love. Just remember where home is.


So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather