We Will Become Silhouttes lyrics
Artist Name - Postal Service, The
Song Lyrics - We Will Become Silhouttes
 Send Postal Service, The "We Will Become Silhouttes" Ringtones to your Cell  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 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 (repeat until fade) |
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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 ....
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