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postal service- 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
postal service- such great heights
I was 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 persistant beat it sounded
thin upon listening
and that frankly will not fly. you will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding
you home
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
postal service- such great heights
I was 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 persistant beat it sounded
thin upon listening
and that frankly will not fly. you will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding
you home