talking like turnstiles

• death cab for cutie'nin agustos 2005 cikisli "plans" adli albumlerinde yer alan sarki.
  
  sometimes i talk like a turnstile,
  when i have had too much to drink.
  a tangled tongue like english ivy;
  just like a film dubbed out of sync.
  
  the phone is ringing in the guest room;
  a muffled voice on the machine.
  it's either someone i don't wanna talk to,
  or someone selling what i don't need.
  
  'cause i'm only waiting for you to come on home.
  
  sometimes i fall in fits of laughter.
  my bottle shatters on the floor,
  and you apologize perfusely,
  for the drunkard on your arm.
  
  i'll change, love, change, love;
  change for you.
  'cause even slurred words can contain some truth.
  i'll change, love, change, love;
  change for you....
  
  when i am ready to.