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