Benjamin Gibbard
Musicien

Américain

"Punching the Flowers" by Death Cab For Cutie (@DCFCtv) from the upcoming album 'I Built You A Tower', out on June 5, 2026
Pre-order, stream & download at https://deathcabforcutie.ffm.to/ibyat

Director: Jason Lester
Production Company: EXGF
EP: Cole Santiago
EP: Nance Messineo
Director Rep: Cheyenne Shannon of Lark Creative

Producer: Ariel Zucker
DP: Pat Shahabian
Choreographer: Masha Cherezova

Editor: Jason Lester
AE: Emma McMahan
Colorist: Cameron Marygold of Fairchild Color

Dancers:
Isabella Caso
Hunter Wayne Foster
Bella Halek
Taylor Lopez
Jax Neal
Maxwell Simoes

Hair & Makeup: Lily Beren
Wardrobe Stylist: Vanessa Gonzalez
Wardrobe Assistant: Angela Trivino

1st AC: Matthew Borek
2nd AC: Nick Menio

Gaffer: Jihan Casquejo
Key Grip: Henry Martinez
Best Boy Grip: Marcial Gonzalez
Best Boy Electric: Chris Ponce

PA: Maddie Bernstein
Truck PA: Mandahla Rose

Camera and Lenses provided by Lensworks Rentals
Digital Intermediate by FotoKem Creative Service

Death Cab for Cutie is Benjamin Gibbard, Nicholas Harmer, Jason McGerr, Dave Depper, and Zac Rae

Produced and Engineered by John Congleton
Additional engineering by Sean Cook and Rachel White
Mixed by Carlos de la Garza
Mastered by Matt Colton at Metropolis Studios, London

LYRICS
In his search
For the end of the circle
He kept arriving back at the start
Having fell every hurdle
And she tried to make him feel better
But he didn’t wanna feel better
‘Cause he was living for the wandering
His heart like a dead letter

It always seemed he was punching the flowers
Ruminating like a fatalist for hours
With a voice like the sound of slamming doors
In a voice like the sound of slamming doors

And it seemed
He had mildew on his soul
From standing at the coastline
Wishing it would swallow him whole
And she tried to console him
But he wanted to go it alone
Because he’d never been alone
Or felt the myth of control

It always seemed he was punching the flowers
Ruminating like a fatalist for hours
With a voice like the sound of slamming doors
In a voice like the sound of slamming doors

It always seemed he was punching the flowers
Taking for granted the sweetness til it soured
And when he spoke it was the sound of slamming doors
All she heard was the sound of slamming doors

Words were sharpened like axes
And he swung them blindly around
With no regard for the dangers
And slashed her to the ground
And I’m not sure which is worse;
If God laughs or he doesn’t
And I’m not sure which is worse;
If it was love or it wasn’t

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