An empty shell with nothing left that's all I am
I'll fake my righteousness
Force a smile we're in denial but now I see
The foolish attempts to be
The puppet on a string
So fake yet we're convinced that the movements that we see are real
It's unfortunate the strings are tied to a liar
Who eats and sleeps and breathes deception
But it goes to show there's no fulfillment in a life like this
Yet we take and we take
Until there's nothing left to hold on to.
This house seems to be haunted by the memory of something I used to love
Now the walls are closing in on me
I swear to God
You're watching me from above
As I attempt to write these words on paper
I'm sure you know I don't have a clue
Of what it is I'm trying to accomplish by dwelling in this mess of things
But it goes to show there's no fulfillment in a life like this
Yet we take and we take
Until there's nothing left to hold on to.
It goes to show there's no fulfillment in a life like this
Yet we take oh we take
Until there's nothing left to hold on to.
No I can't see the wind
But I feel it as it blows the leaves
Your body's in the ground
But I know you're safe and sound
In the arms of Jesus
No I can't see you
But I feel you in my bones
I feel you
I feel you in my bones
This Postal Service set, previously exclusive to a 2014 concert film, includes takes on "Such Great Heights" and other fan favorites. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 9, 2020
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