Post Office

Oh, my lover doesn't know me

At the way he's loved by me

He knew what's north when we met

But never met my continent

Come to my garden of senses

Be one with what you fear and what you miss

See what a joyful thing it is

To be at the mercy of your feelings

I told him: "Baby, move with me"

I told him to be soft and dry

I told him it's so easy

It will hurt, so give your love to cry

Oh, my lover doesn't know me

He never talks to me

I can't shake off the impression

That I'm just too much for him

I feel alone in the desert

Won't you bring rain to the desert?

Get close and touch in the desert

That would be so much better

I asked him to be vulnerable

I begged him to take time and be slow

I asked him to be needy

I felt attracted when he showed some feelings

Yeah, yeah, oh my god, yeah

Is this a bad feeling?

Now we're crying, crying, crying again in the studio

And we, and we're crying, crying, crying on the phone

In the metro, in the metro station

Oh good lord, here we're crying again by the freezer

In the supermarket and at the post office