this all comes so quickly
Hallways passing strangers
with keys into their hearts
Television sets with antennae
Pointed toward towers
Sing sing, you've got to feel the sting
of burning ashes falling faster
faster still.
They've landed upon my eyes
Like snow from december skies
when we held hands for the first time
first time.
But as I try to wipe away
the grey marks that seemed to stay
after the ashes burned away
away away away
It smears across my cheeks
like an indian with warpaint
it's just so ironic
you left these marks just like a scar.
I know, this is so ridiculous. But I'm listening to the Postal Service and I just wrote down everything that came to my head. Sorry about that.
with keys into their hearts
Television sets with antennae
Pointed toward towers
Sing sing, you've got to feel the sting
of burning ashes falling faster
faster still.
They've landed upon my eyes
Like snow from december skies
when we held hands for the first time
first time.
But as I try to wipe away
the grey marks that seemed to stay
after the ashes burned away
away away away
It smears across my cheeks
like an indian with warpaint
it's just so ironic
you left these marks just like a scar.
I know, this is so ridiculous. But I'm listening to the Postal Service and I just wrote down everything that came to my head. Sorry about that.