Lost in the Post Songtext
von Smallgang

Sat at the top of the stairs singing like his life depended on it
An audience of one, a non-plussed pussy cat
At the end of every song is a long tape-hiss applause
With all the wonder in the world
With the sharpest of claws

Like invitations lost in the post
Like threats of disconnection
Like the signatures of strangers authorising grace
The bond is between us
The bond is between us

Danny Bunce was one of those kids you took one look at
And would think was born premature
A head wrapped up in thin pink skin
Sticking out in that blue shirt
See him smiling in the front row of the form year photograph
Hear his tears fall like broken water at the back of the class


Well I never thought I′d be able to torture someone
But I'm tying this rope and I′m weighing a tonne
Descending with purpose, and swaying side to side
Trying not to notice that look in her eye

Like invitations lost in the post
Like analogue degrading
Like the pitch of voices bleeding through these off-white walls
The bond is between us
The bond is between

Like invitations lost in the post
Like marriages of separation
Like these instruments in our hands playing of their own accord
The bond is between us
The bond is between us
The bond is between us
The bond is between us

The bond is between