Lost, Dropped and Cancelled

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.