Teksty: Death Cab For Cutie. The Photo Album. Coney Island.

Sitting on a carousel ride
Without any music or lights

Everything was closed at Coney Island
And I could not help from smiling

I can hear the Atlantic echo back
Roller coaster screams from summers past

And everything was closed at Coney Island
And I could not help from smiling

Brooklyn will fill the beach eventually
And everyone will go except me