You’ve got a tattered line of string/And you tie it ’round everything/That you want to call your own/But it never seems to hold
from A Tattered Line of String lyrics by The Postal Service
A train is missed. A cryptic kiss is had. Lewis and Gibbard tie hearts achingly together with a tattered string, that couldn’t possibly be bound with anything other than Tamborello‘s palpitating New Order sheen. If 10 years is the snail mail crew’s progressive tension tipping point, so be it.
