send me a mail

why havent you been around lately
have you forgotten how we collected leaves
that warm yellow last september

how we distracted the neighbour street bakery
they really thought that we were some kind of thieves
maybe they're right and we were

and it's bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling
the bubbles fly in the air
bubbling bubbling bubbling...
i see dreams about bubbles in mails

why havent you written a mail to me
i really dont have anything to read
you could write about your parents to me
i never remebered of what they did

there're never letters in my letter box
and the street keeps being dark
and the leaflets ignore my letter box
and the dogs only bite and bark

and it's just like 'twas then, it is dark
and foggy and i've got holes in my socks
just like the muddy morning in the central park
you were wearing yellow boots that looked like chicken pox

and they never look at my letter box
even though it has wonderful shape
and there're never letters in my letter box
i strongly believe that
i have to make a complaint

why havent you been around
i slightly remember your face
and your arms and your smells and your sounds
and your warmth and your sunny embrace

please come back my dearest postman