Nothing Better — текст песни (The Postal Service)

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