Recycled Air lyrics
Artist Name - Postal Service, The
Song Lyrics - Recycled Air
 Send Postal Service, The "Recycled Air" Ringtones to your Cell  I take a breath Hold the air until there's nothing left I'm feeling green Teenage lovers between the sheets ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear detracts for flight My head's a balloon Inflating with the altitude ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba (x3) I watch the patchwork farms Slowly fade into the ocean's arms and from here you can't see me stare The stale taste of recycled air I watch the patchwork farms Slowly fade into the ocean's arms Calm down, release your cares The stale taste of recycled air I watch the patchwork farms Slowly fade into the ocean's arms and from here you can't see me stare The stale taste of recycled air I watch the patchwork farms Slowly fade into the ocean's arms Calm down, release your cares The stale taste of recycled air |
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I take a breath
Hold the air until there's nothing left
I'm
feeling green
Teenage lovers between the sheets ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ....
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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 ....
Sleeping In
Last week I had the strangest dream where everything was exactly how
it seemed where there was never any mystery of who shot John F. ....
Nothing Better
(guy) Would 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 ....
Recycled Air
I take a breath Hold the air until there's nothing left I'm
feeling green Teenage lovers between the sheets ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ....
Clark Gable
I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London Underground when
it struck me that I'd been waiting since birth to find a love ....
We Will Become Silhouttes
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 ....
This Place Is A Prison
This place is a prison and these people aren't your friends Inhaling
thrills through twenty dollar bills and the tumblers are drained and then flooded ....
Brand New Colony
I'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and served with the table set
in my finest suit like a perfect gentleman. I'll be the fire escape ....
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 ....
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 ....
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