I was in step, I was entitled to part of the words
said over my shoulder
oh the season I had, oh the season you had with me
burning away
tell the postman I forget everything I can
tell the postman we're burning like we never
have before
well I was on time I was invited but somehow
unwanted over your shoulder
and all the poems that I know
convince me to just go
so take your silence, next to my head
and cut your confidence from these questions asked
these questions asked, all these questions asked
tell the postman, he knows we're burning like we
never have before