Death Cab For Cutie

what ghosts exist behind thses attic walls?
there's got to be a simpler explanation,
'cause i scrimped and i saved just to find that
they've been splicing my inventions.
cold skin and bones and this latitude:
we ain't payin' until the heat comes through.
so you slept in a stocking cap and wool scarf.
promises of payment were upon your shoulders
constantly, but don't forget to entertain 'cause