Back down off the sun 
I need a light to tell the time 
I'm sure the sky wants its black back 
Air attack 
So in love with the view 
You bombast 
It's just like a sunburn 
But contagious 
You really are outrageous 
When you've got 
Your bright ideas on 

And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you 
Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too 

Ease up on your mouth 
I can't make any words out 
The fruitflies all buzzing out 
Man, what are you getting to? 
You may be right 
And I may be wrong 
I know that you've got to 
Hang your bright ideas on 

And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you 
Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too 

You may say 
I'm not here