The Postal Service

The Postal Service is an American electronic indie pop band comprised of Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie and producer Jimmy Tamborello of Dntel, Headset and Figurine.

Songs

 * I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles In our eyes are mirror images and when We kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate that God himself Did make us into corresponding shapes like Puzzle pieces from the clay
 * "Such Great Heights"


 * Last week I had the strangest dream Where everything was exactly how it seemed Where there was never any mystery of who shot John F. Kennedy It was just a man with something to prove Slightly bored and severely confused He steadied his rifle with his target in the center And became famous on that day in November
 * "Sleeping In"


 * Again last night I had that strange dream Where everything was exactly how it seemed Where concerns about the world getting warmer The people thought they were just being rewarded For treating others as they'd like to be treated For obeying stop signs and curing diseases For mailing letters with the address of the sender Now we can swim any day in November
 * "Sleeping In"


 * I feel must interject here. You're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself, with these revisions and gaps in history. So let me help you remember; I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.  I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave.
 * "Nothing Better"


 * I want so badly to believe, That there is truth, that love is real. And I want life in every word, To the extent that it's absurd.
 * "Clark Gable"


 * I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water, And pictures of you and i'm not coming out Until this is all over And i'm looking through the glass where the light bends At the cracks And i'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending The echoes belong to someone Someone i used to know
 * "We Will Become Silhouettes"


 * I wanted to walk throught the empty streets and feel something constant under my feet but all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors. Because the air outside will make our cells divide at an alarming rate, until our shelves simply cannot hold all our insides in and that's when we'll explode; And it won't be a pretty sight.
 * "We Will Become Silhouettes"


 * This place is a prison And these people aren't your friends Inhaling thrills through $20 bills And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again And again
 * "This Place is a Prison"