We Will Become Silhouettes (Postal Service Cover) Paroles

And I'm looking through the glass

Where the light bends at the cracks

And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs

Pretending the echoes belong to someone

Someone I used to know



And we become silhouettes

When our bodies finally go


But all the news reports recommended I stay indoors



Because the air outside will make

Our cells divide at an alarming rate

Until our shells simply cannot hold all our insides in

And that's when we'll explode

And it won't be a pretty sight



And we'll become silhouettes

When our bodies finally go