Nothing Better - Postal Service, The



Would someone please call a surgeon

who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

that's sure deserted for better company



I can't accept that it's over

and I will block the door

like a goalie attending the net

in the third quarter

of a tied game rivalry



so just say how to make it right

and I swear I'll do my best to comply



tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better

than making you my bride and slowly growing old together



I feel I 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



so please back away and let me go



I can't my darling; I love you so

oh oh



tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better

than making you my bride and slowly growing old together.



Don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future

You know I won't hear right if you keep tearing out the sutures



I know that I have made mistakes

and I swear I'll never wrong you again



You've got a lure I can't deny

but you've had your chance

so say goodbye



Say goodbye



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