Song | The District Sleeps Alone Tonight |
Artist | The Postal Service |
Album | Give Up |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 am | |
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment | |
complex | |
a stranger with your door key explaining that I | |
am just visiting | |
and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth | |
leaving | |
d.c. sleeps alone tonight | |
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment | |
complex | |
a stranger with your door key explaining that I | |
am just visiting | |
and I finally seeing why I was the one worth | |
leaving | |
the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn | |
out their lights | |
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest | |
evening | |
and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth | |
leaving |
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 am | |
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment | |
complex | |
a stranger with your door key explaining that I | |
am just visiting | |
and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth | |
leaving | |
d. c. sleeps alone tonight | |
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment | |
complex | |
a stranger with your door key explaining that I | |
am just visiting | |
and I finally seeing why I was the one worth | |
leaving | |
the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn | |
out their lights | |
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest | |
evening | |
and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth | |
leaving |
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 am | |
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment | |
complex | |
a stranger with your door key explaining that I | |
am just visiting | |
and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth | |
leaving | |
d. c. sleeps alone tonight | |
you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment | |
complex | |
a stranger with your door key explaining that I | |
am just visiting | |
and I finally seeing why I was the one worth | |
leaving | |
the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn | |
out their lights | |
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest | |
evening | |
and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth | |
leaving |