A Tattered Line of String (The Postal Service)

We drained every dive In the lower east side And you failed to catch the train back to Queens So you came to my room We did some things that we knew not to do In the glow of the night's golden hue You've got a tattered line of string And you tied around everything That you want to call your own But it never seems to hold When we woke, we agreed That we would not ever speak Of this night to anyone that we both knew And you said, "Every time we kissed I felt something that couldn't exist" And I confessed that I thought I felt it too I've got a tattered line of string And I tied around everything That I want to call my own But it never seems to hold I've got a tattered line of string And I tied around everything That I want to call my own But it never seems to hold Everything Everything Never seems to hold Never seems to hold You've got a tattered line of string And you tied around everything That you want to call your own But it never seems to hold I've got a tattered line of string And I tied around everything That I want to call my own But it never seems to hold