The District Sleeps Alone - The Postal Service
Smeared black ink
Your palms are sweaty
And I’m barely listening
To last demands
I’m staring at the asphalt wondering
What’s buried underneath where I am
I’ll wear my badge
A vinyl sticker with big block letters
Adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends
I am a visitor here: I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where I amI don’t know why I never gave the Postal Service a listen further than the song “Such Great Heights” because this song is gorgeous.
(via bluebirdsheart)
