Lirieke: Flaming Lips. Clouds Taste Metallic. Lightning Strikes The Postman.

I got your letter it had turned to sand
Lighting strikes the postman in his hand
I hope that you remember the things you had to say
It's just a supernatural delay

I got your package it was all a mess
Lightning strikes the postman in his chest
I hope that you remember the things you had to say
It's just a supernatural delay

I sent you a postcard and I hope your fine
But lightning strike the postman all the time
I couldn't really think of anything to say
It's just a supernatural delay
And it's hard to read the writing through the flames