Tytuł: District Sleeps Alone Tonight

• Wykonawca: Postal Service
• Wyświetleń: 324

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 bigh block letters adherent to my chest
   That tells your new friends i am a visitory 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 yor 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 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 seing 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