Testo If Astronaughts Had Wings

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