verbal_kint | Fanmix: Comfort in the Waiting Room

A/N: I know that fanmixes are considered the lamest fandom contribution, but I was bored, and I figured these songs sort of captured a lot of aspects of the Wilson/Amber relationship, from young, fresh love, to maturing love, to rough sex, to how it all ended (sad face). I do hope you like it though.
P.S. I'll be posting another one (that I already made) tonight or tomorrow, so don't think I'm that creepy when you see two. Or do. Whatever floats, I suppose.

One Day Like This—Elbow
Someone tell me how I feel
It’s silly wrong but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like the final meal
Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Oh, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

Catch My Disease—Ben Lee
My garden's a secret compartment
and that's the way I like it
and that's the way I like it
Your body's a dream that turns violent
and that's the way I like it
and that's the way I like it
The winter is long in the city
and that's the way I like it

Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)—Arcade Fire
Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well what ever happened to them?!

Geronimo—Phantom Planet
Just one touch
That's enough
And it's like pushing comes to shove
I think you like this way too much
I think you're way fucked up
Four hands fight
Two hands tied
One wrong never felt so right
You don't want to make me blush
You want me unconscious

Us—Regina Spektor
They made a statue of us
And put it on a mountaintop
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum,
Take photgraphs of fun
Have fun

They’ll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
They’ll give us a talking to
Cause they've got years of experience

Set Yourself on Fire—Stars
In the darkest part of you that you have ever seen
In the smile of the child staring at the TV screen
In the diary of a priest, in the sheets that lie upon his bed
Out there amongst the waves and inside your lover's head

There is only one thing

Such Great Heights—The Postal Service
They will see us waving from such great
Heights 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'Come down now,' but we'll stay

What Sarah Said—Death Cab For Cutie
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
Than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself

‘Cause there’s no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes ‘round and everyone lift their heads
But I’m thinking of what Sarah said
That love is watching someone die

Epilogue—The Antlers
So I lie down against your back, until we're both back in the hospital.
But now it's not a cancer ward, we're sleeping in the morgue.
Men and women in blue and white, they are singing all around you,
with heavy shovels holding earth.
You're being buried to you neck.
In that hospital bed, being buried quite alive now.
I'm trying to dig you out but all you want is to be buried there together.

You're screaming,
and cursing,
and angry,
and hurting me,
and then smiling,
and crying,
apologizing.

I've woken up, I'm in our bed, but there's no breathing body there beside me.
Someone must have taken you while I was stuck asleep.
But I know better as my eyes adjust.
You've been gone for quite awhile now, and I don't work there in the hospital
(they had to let me go.)

When I try to move my arms sometimes, they weigh too much to lift.
I think you buried me awake (my one and only parting gift.)
But you return to me at night,
just when I think I may have fallen asleep.
Your face is up against mine,
and I'm too terrified to speak.

You're screaming,
and cursing,
and angry,
and hurting me,
and I’m smiling,
and crying,
apologizing.

Philadelphia—Neil Young
Sometimes I think that I know
What love's all about
And when I see the light
I know I'll be all right.