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 blond boy put his long board down Help his girl get her on I thought you in your little house Think lonely but I could be wrong and...
I wanna be your Wanna mix you up something Braid your hair like a Maim you like a
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't mad, oh Right there, that's the postman asleep in the got a get-well-card to deliver He's gonna do it by hand, gonna do it by hand
Now they drive the cars up and the beach It's ridiculous and everybody the Mustangs rev at the four way stop You get ghosted when the says go
But in a town like this, in the checkered flag It's so empty you could make somebody So maybe you, in your four-post bed Fell with still the blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be happiness I wanna be your common sense your head in a picket fence Rebuild the hurricane
Right there, that's the sleeping in the sand got my letters to deliver, but I'm still not mad Right there, that's the asleep in the sand He's got a get-well-card to He's gonna do it by He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, gonna do it gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand
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 asleep in the sand got a head stack now to deliver He's wants to do it by He's gonna do it, gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, gonna do it gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand