Back down off the sun I need a light to tell the time I'm sure the sky wants its black back Air attack So in love with the view You bombast It's just like a sunburn But contagious You really are outrageous When you've got Your bright ideas on And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too Ease up on your mouth I can't make any words out The fruitflies all buzzing out Man, what are you getting to? You may be right And I may be wrong I know that you've got to Hang your bright ideas on And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too You may say I'm not here