The Postal Service - Nothing Better текст песни

Will someone please call a surgeon

Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

that's sure deserving of better company

I can't accept that it's over

And i will block the door like a goalie tending the net

in the third quarter of a tied game rivarily

So just say how to make it right

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

your 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 and i prepare to lecture

on why i have to leave

so please pack 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 lines about some idealistic future

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutcures

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