All the peacock people left the plumes in a They look to a fault And the Gulf warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and epsom
See a bleach blond boy put his board down his girl get her sunscreen on I thought about you in your little Think you're lonely but I could be and...
I wanna be your Wanna mix you up something Braid your like a sister Maim you a hurricane
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the He's got a to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh Right there, that's the asleep in the sand He's got a to deliver He's gonna do it by hand, gonna do it by hand
Now they the cars up and down the beach It's ridiculous and knows Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way You get ghosted the light says go
But in a town like this, in the flag dawn so empty you could make somebody dream So maybe it's you, in your bed Fell asleep with still the blood in teeth and...
I be your happiness I wanna be your common sense Wrap head in a picket fence Rebuild the hurricane
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the got my letters to deliver, but I'm still not mad Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a get-well-card to gonna do it by hand He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by
Oh Right there, that's the postman in the sand got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a head stack now to wants to do it by hand He's gonna do it, gonna do it gonna do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, he's do it... by hand