The Postal Service

Tattered Line Of String

The Postal Service


Tom: G

      C                     Bm
We drained every dime
          C               Bm
In the lower East Side
              C                           Bm               D
And you failed to catch the train back to Queens
            C                  Bm
So you came to my room
                      C                                        Bm                 
We did some things that we knew not to do
          C                Bm                 D
In the glow of the nights golden hue 


Chorus

                    C                      Bm
You've got a tattered line of string
                    D
That you've tied 'round everything
                C                        Bm
That you want to call your own
         D
But it never seems to hold


Verse II

                 C             Bm
When we woke we agreed
                C                    Bm
That we would not ever speak
             C               Bm                      D
Of this night to anyone that we both knew
                        C                     Bm
And you said, "Every time we kiss
        C                                      Bm
I felt something that could not exist"
          C                       Bm                         D
And I confessed that I thought that I felt it too


Chorus

                   C                      Bm
You've got a tattered line of string
                    D
That you've tied 'round everything
                C                        Bm
That you want to call your own
         D
But it never seems to hold


Break

C Bm 
C Bm
C Bm
C Bm D


Chorus

                   C                      Bm
You've got a tattered line of string
                    D
That you've tied 'round everything
                C                        Bm
That you want to call your own
         D
But it never seems to hold