The Postal Service's Give Up
Brand New Colony
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back
As you're lying there drifting off to sleep
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be the winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
1 comment:
mmmmm....postal service...good stuff.
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