Feelin' the muZAK ...

(Boy) Will someone please call a surgeon,
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart,
That you're deserting,
For better company?
I can't accept that it's over ...
And now I'll block the door,
Like a goalie tending the net,
In the 3rd 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?

(Girl) 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.

(Both)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 lines about some idealistic future.
Your heart won't heal right,
If you keep tearing out the sutures.

I admit 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.

-- "Nothing Better," The Postal Service

I need to figure out how to post mp3s if it's at all possible. For now, this will have to do.