Artista: Death Cab For Cutie
  Canción: 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,
rollercoaster screams from summers past.
amd 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.