Hey postman, What is the news today? Have my letters disappeared again?
Where is my mail? Should I sit and wait Or Secret Services are in game?
That familiar feeling Of deception The empty windows And wrong directions
I look for the message But there is nothing Just prints of echo Of someone’s laughing
Well, well okay I will try another way And I will check it the next day
I’ll write to you again And I hope that you’ll say That nothing happened that day
Letters, letters, letters I’m living just for Letters, letters, letters
Letters, letters, letters I’m waiting just for Letters, letters, letters
Bullet
A bullet in my head A bullet to my brain I feel I’m going mad I feel it’s like a drain
One more bullet from my hand Is not a killing for myself One more bullet that you said Is one more way straight to the end… of these lines
Another try for no one find the claim to blame
That paper rain which makes all streets and squares go insane The coming storm is not so snowy as you think Iron pellets are too close to this wordy whirlwind.