Тексты песен The Postal Service

I'll be the grapes fermented, Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit Like a perfect gentlemen I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick Where you will sit and contemp

Will someone please call a surgeon Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart That you're deserting for better company I can't accept that it's over And I will block the door like a goalie ten

Last week i had the strangest dream Where everything was exactly how it seemed Where there was never any mystery on who shot john f kennedy It was just a man with something to prove Slightly bored and