Expect me like one waits for mail, All lost 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, i T'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.