Karaoké We Will Become Silhouettes The Postal Service

I've got a cupboard with cans of food filtered water and pictures of you

And I'm not coming out until this is all over

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

I wanted to walk through the empty streets

And feel something constant under my feet

But all the news reports recommended that 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

And we'll become

Silhouettes when our bodies finally go

And we'll become

Silhouettes when our bodies finally go

And we'll become

Silhouettes when our bodies finally go