expect me like one waits for mail
all lost and dropped and cancelled
like foreign post i leave twice a day
but take a week to get there

expect me like one waits for rain
or sleet or hail or snowfall
like foreign post i'm lost on the way
and take a week to get there

I want to be delivered
'til i'm gone gone gone

the way it's sealed in my heart
it's guaranteed that I'm
in your hands

by morning, when you're ready
to read between the lines
and the paper isn't telling you anything

if you miss me, drop me a line
in care of fin de siecle
mit luftwaffe

it's the end of the end of the end