Crooked Teeth

To celebrate the trip to New York City tomorrow, I took a few lines from Death Cab's "Crooked Teeth" and came up with this. The lines are:

'cause at night, the sun in the trees
made the skyline look like crooked teeth
in the mouth of a man who was devouring us both.



P.S. The Guggenheim is putting on an exhibit of over 200 of Frank Lloyd Wright's original sketches, designs, and models. If flash (or any, rather) photography is allowed, I'll definetely be bringing home pictures. That is, if I don't get so excited that they throw me out.