 | Give Up (10 Titles) |
 | We Will Become Silhouettes [CD-SINGLE] (2 Titles) |
Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By The Postal Service, I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table
By The Postal Service, I was waiting for a cross-town train
In the London underground
By The Postal Service, I'll write you a song and it won't be hard
By The Postal Service, Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs
By The Postal Service, I take a breath and pull the air in
'Til there's
By The Postal Service, Last week I had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly
By The Postal Service, I, I'm thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our
By The Postal Service, Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening
By The Postal Service, This place is a prison
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling
By The Postal Service, I've got a cupboard with cans of food
Filtered water and