the postal service
i was waiting for a cross town train in the london underground when it struck me, that ive been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie, so i changed my plans, i rented a camera and a van and then i called you, i needed you to pretend that we are in love again and you you agreed to. i need so badly to believe that there is truth that love is real, and i want life in every word to the extent that its absurd.
i greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand in, the scipt had 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, i kissed you in a style clark gable would admire 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 its absurd. i know your wise beyond your years but do you ever get the feel that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by.
i'll be the grapes fermented bottle preserved with the table set in my finest suit like a perfect gentleman. ill be the fire escape thats bolted to the ancient brick, where you will sit and contemplate your day.
ill be the waterways that save you if you start drowning in the open sea. ill be the phonograph that plays your favouite albums back as your your lying there drifting off to sleep. ill be the platform shoes you wont have to stand to look into my eyes. ill be your winter coat that buttons up straight to your throat with the colar up so you dont catch cold.
i want to take you far from the cynics in this town in case you want to kno we'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of the seam start a brand new colony, where everything will change we'll give ourselves new names, identities erased, the sun will heat the ground underneath our feet, in this brand new colony. everything will change.
i am thinking its a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly alligned, i have to speculate that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle peices.
true it may seem like a stretch but its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when your away when i am missing you.
you were out ther on on the road for several weeks it shows that when you scan the radio i hope this song will guide you home
they will see us waiting from such great heights come down now, they'll say. where everything looks perfect from far away come down now but we'll stay.
i tried my best to leave this big machine but the persisant thing would not leave me alone. and that frankly will not fly, you will here its shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down when this is guiding you home.
they will see us flying at such great heights, come down now they'll say. they will see that everything looks perfect from far away, come down now, but we'll stay.
i greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand in, the scipt had 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, i kissed you in a style clark gable would admire 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 its absurd. i know your wise beyond your years but do you ever get the feel that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by.
i'll be the grapes fermented bottle preserved with the table set in my finest suit like a perfect gentleman. ill be the fire escape thats bolted to the ancient brick, where you will sit and contemplate your day.
ill be the waterways that save you if you start drowning in the open sea. ill be the phonograph that plays your favouite albums back as your your lying there drifting off to sleep. ill be the platform shoes you wont have to stand to look into my eyes. ill be your winter coat that buttons up straight to your throat with the colar up so you dont catch cold.
i want to take you far from the cynics in this town in case you want to kno we'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of the seam start a brand new colony, where everything will change we'll give ourselves new names, identities erased, the sun will heat the ground underneath our feet, in this brand new colony. everything will change.
i am thinking its a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly alligned, i have to speculate that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle peices.
true it may seem like a stretch but its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when your away when i am missing you.
you were out ther on on the road for several weeks it shows that when you scan the radio i hope this song will guide you home
they will see us waiting from such great heights come down now, they'll say. where everything looks perfect from far away come down now but we'll stay.
i tried my best to leave this big machine but the persisant thing would not leave me alone. and that frankly will not fly, you will here its shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down when this is guiding you home.
they will see us flying at such great heights, come down now they'll say. they will see that everything looks perfect from far away, come down now, but we'll stay.