A Hymn For The Postal Service - Hefner

Sobriety breeds sincerity and Lydia Pond she is my gravity

I don't know how she felt when she took that E

But in the morning she shaking

She was twitching she was jerking

On June the 5th she moved to Paris

She could not stand the state of British politics

And I just can't convince her that I'm socialist

And every night I pray for mail in the morning

Sweet Lydia Pond is doing it for me

And I want to sing a hymn to the postal service

Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around

I am so faithful now to Lydia's handwriting

That makes me guess the circumstances

Under which she wrote it

Why she used the f-word when she never ever spoke it

She pasted on a passport photo of herself in pigtails

And underneath she'd written

Did my touch make you less lonely

Oh she promised me that we'd be creasing sheets

And that our bodies would be bruising wrestling underneath

And I wanted to ask her how she cut her teeth

And how she let time slip through her skinny skinny fingers

Sweet Lydia Pond is doing it for me

And I want to sing a hymn to the postal service

Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around

I am so faithful now to Lydia's handwriting

Sweet Lydia Pond is doing it for me

And I want to sing a hymn to the postal service

Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around

I am so faithful now to Lydia's handwriting

That makes me guess the circumstances under which she wrote it

Why she used the f-word when she never ever spoke it

She pasted on a passport photo of herself in pigtails

And underneath she'd written did my touch make you less lonely

And underneath she'd written did my touch make you less lonely