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  Postal Service Lyrics

1. District Sleeps Alone
2. Such Great Heights
3. Sleeping In
4. Nothing Better
5. Recycled Air
6. Clark Gable
7. We Will Become Silhouettes 
8. This Place Is A Prison
9. Brand New Colony
10. Natural Anthem
District Sleeps Alone
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 
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 
Where I am 
Where I am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex 
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting 
And I am finally seeing 
Why I was the one worth leaving 
Why I was the one worth leaving
D.C. sleeps alone tonight
Where I am 
Where I am 
Where I am
You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex 
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting 
And I am finally seing 
Why I was the one worth leaving 
Why I was the one worth leaving
Where I am 
Where I am 
Where I am
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 
Why I was the one worth leaving 
Why I was the one worth leaving 
Why I was the one worth leaving


Sleeping In
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 severely confused 
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center 
And became famous on that day in november
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping 
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in 
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping 
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
And then last night i had that strange dream 
Where everything was exactly how it seemed 
Where concerns about the world getting warmer 
The people thought they were just being rewarded 
For treating others as they like to be treated 
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases 
For mailing letters with the address of the sender 
Now we can swim any day in november
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping 
(now we can swim any day in november) 
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in 
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping 
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping 
OOo oOo oOo


Recycled Air
I take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left 
I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets
Ba ba ba ba ...
Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight 
My head's a balloon inflating with the altitude
Ba ba ba ba...
I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms 
And from here they can't see me stare 
The stale taste of recycled air 
I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms 
Calm down, release your cares 
The stale taste of recycled air


We Will Become Silhouettes
I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water, 
And pictures of you and i'm not coming out 
Until this is all over 
And i'm looking through the glass where the light bends 
At the cracks 
And i'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending 
The echoes belong to someone 
Someone i used to know
And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go 
Ba ba ba...
I wanted to walk through the empty streets 
And feel something constant under my feet, 
But all the news reports recommended that 
I stay indoors 
Because the air outside will make our cells 
Divide at an alarming rate until our shells 
Simply cannot hold all our insides in, 
And that's when we'll explode 
(and it won't be a pretty sight)
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go 
Ba ba ba... 
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go 
Ba ba ba... 
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go 
Ba ba ba... 
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go 
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become 
And we'll become


Brand New Colony
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 contemplate your day 
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning 
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink 
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite 
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep... 
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you... 
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat 
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics int his town 
And kiss you on the mouth 
We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene, 
Start a brand new colony 
Where everything will change, 
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased) 
The sun will heat the grounds 
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony 
Everything will change, oOo oOo...
Such Great Heights
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles 
In our eyes are mirror images and when 
We kiss they're perfectly aligned 
And I have to speculate that God himself 
Did make us into corresponding shapes like 
Puzzle pieces from the clay 
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but 
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled 
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death 
When you are out there on the road for 
Several weeks of shows and when you scan 
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great 
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say 
But everything looks perfect from far away, 
'come down now,' but we'll stay...
I tried my best to leave this all on your 
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded 
Thin upon listening 
That frankly will not fly. you will hear 
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with 
The windows down when this is guiding you home


Nothing Better
Will someone please call a surgeon 
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart 
That your're deserting for better company? 
I can't accept that it's over... 
I will block the door like a goalie tending the net 
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry
So just say how to make it right 
And i swear i'll do my best to comply
Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better 
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
I feel must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself 
With these revisions and gaps in history 
So let me help you remember. 
I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear. 
I've prepared a lecture on why i have to leave
So please back away and let me go 
I can't my darling i love you so...
Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better 
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together 
Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future 
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
I admit that i have made mistakes and i swear 
I'll never wrong you again 
You've got a lure i can't deny, 
But you've had your chance so say goodbye 
Say goodbye


Clark Gable
I was waiting for a cross-town train in the london underground 
When it struck me that I've been waiting since birth to find 
A love that would look and sound like a movie so I changed 
My plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you 
"I need you to pretend that we are in love again" and you agreed to
I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real" 
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd 
I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in 
The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it 
The marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set" 
And then called "action!" 
And I kissed you in a style that clark gable would have admired 
(I thought it classic)
I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real" 
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd 
I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear 
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?


This Place Is A Prison
This place is a prison 
And these people aren't your friends 
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills 
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again 
And again
Ther're guards at the on ramps armed to the teeth 
And you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound, 
But you are not permitted to leave
I know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen 
In my living room late last night,
It was almost too bright to see
And i know that it's not a party if it happens every night 
Pretending there's glamour and candelabra 
When you're drinking by candlelight
What does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take, how long must i wait?

Natural Anthem
I'll write you a song and it won't be hard to sing
It will be a natural anthem, familiar it will seem
It will rally all the workers on strike for better pay
And its chorus will resound and boost morale throughout the day
I'll write you a song and i hope that you won't mind 
Because all the names and places i have taken from real life 
So please don't be upset at this portrait that i paint 
It may be a little biased, but at least i spelt your name right...
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