Postal Service A Tattered Line Of String
We drained every dime, in the lower east side
And you failed to catch the train back to Queens
So you came to my room
We did some things that we knew not to do
In the glow of the night's golden cue
Chorus:
You've got the tattered light of string,
And you tied round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
When we walk, we agreed
That we will not ever sá¹—eak of this night to anyone that we both knew
Then you said:
'Every time we kissed, I felt something that couldn't exist'
And I confessed that I thought I felt it too
Chorus:
I've got a tattered light of string,
And I tied round everything
That I want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
Chorus:
I got a tattered light of string,
And I tied round everything
That I want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
E-verything
Every-thing
Never seems to hold
Never seems to hold
Chorus:
You've got the tattered light of string,
And you tied round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
Chorus:
I got a tattered light of string,
And I tied round everything
That I want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
Never seems to hold
