Death Cab for Cutie - Hold No Guns

Darling, don't you understand That there are no winners Metals rung from silken strands To greet you at the finish As we're dissolving into the sea I can only take what I can carry The counsel's combing through our debris The treasures we never buried My love why do you run? For my hands hold no guns Darling, though you may pretend Pretend that you are selfless You break with but the slightest bend It leaves you lost and helpless So to whom will you place the call In the coldest night of winter? Cause numbers change and people fall And friends they always splinter My love why do you run? For my hands hold no guns My love why do you run? For my hands hold no guns They hold no guns No, not a one