(This Is) The Dream of Evan and Chan - The Postal Service

It was familiar to me,

The smoke too thick to breath,

The tile floors glistened,

I slowly sipped my drink.

And when you started to sing,

You spoke with broken speech

That I could not understand,

And then you grabbed my tightly.

I won’t let go, I won’t let go.

Even if you say so, oh no.

I’ve tried and tried with no results.

I won’t let go, I won’t let go.

He then played every song from 1993.

The crowed applauded as he curtseyed bashfully.

Your eyelashes tickle my neck

With every nervous blink,

And it was perfect

Until the telephone started

Ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off.

Ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off.

Ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off.

Ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off.

Ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off.

Ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off.

Ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off.