A Tattered Line of String The Postal Service

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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