Monday, September 12, 2005
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
smeared black ink: your palms are sweaty and I'm barely listening to last demands
i'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am
i'll wear my badge: a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
that tells your new friends i am a visitor here: i am not permanent
and the only thing keeping me dry is where i am
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complexa stranger with a door key explaining that i am just visitingand i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
d.c. sleeps alone tonight
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with a door key explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
I don't think there is a better CD that better suits my emotions both for its lyrics and music than The Postal Service. Every song is my heartbeat.
i'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am
i'll wear my badge: a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
that tells your new friends i am a visitor here: i am not permanent
and the only thing keeping me dry is where i am
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complexa stranger with a door key explaining that i am just visitingand i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
d.c. sleeps alone tonight
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with a door key explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
I don't think there is a better CD that better suits my emotions both for its lyrics and music than The Postal Service. Every song is my heartbeat.
# posted by J.F.Tobias @ 10:52 AM 
