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.
| 1 | Breakfast Of Champions |
| 2 | Rise |
| 3 | Tinfoil |
| 4 | Broken Radio |
| 5 | Feeling Neglected? |
| 6 | Life Of Leisure |
| 7 | Already Lost |
| 8 | Atlantic |
| 9 | Centrifuge |
| 10 | Terrified |