The 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 sṗeak 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 h