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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Gibbard
Benjamin Gibbard
Vocals
Jimmy Tamborello
Jimmy Tamborello
Programming
Jenny Lewis
Jenny Lewis
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Gibbard
Benjamin Gibbard
Songwriter
Jimmy Tamborello
Jimmy Tamborello
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Postal Service
The Postal Service
Producer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Tamborello
Jimmy Tamborello
Producer

Texty

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
And 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 tie it 'round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
And 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
And I've got a tattered line of string
And I tie it 'round everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold
I've got a tattered line of string
And I tie it 'round everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold
Everything never seems to hold
Never seems to hold
You've got a tattered line of string
And you tie it 'round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
I've got a tattered line of string
And I tie it 'round everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold
Never seems to hold
Written by: Benjamin Gibbard, Jimmy Tamborello
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