lyric of the week

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
Untill our shells simply cannot hold
All our insides in
And that's when we'll explode
...and it won't be a pretty sight.

We Will Become Silhouettes
- The Postal Service