A Hymn For The Postal Service

Hefner

 DEmF#mG
Sobriety  breeds sincerity, 
 DEmF#mG
And Lydia Pond she is my gravity  
 DEmF#mG
I don't know how she felt when she took that E, 
 A
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.

Chorus:
 DADA
 Sweet Lydia Pond is doing it for me,
 DAEmF#mGA
And I want to sing a hymn for the postal service.
Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around,
I am so faithful now to Lydia's handwriting,

Mid 8:
 G
That makes me guess the circumstances under which she wrote it,
 D
 Why she used the f-word when she never, ever spoke it,
 Em
She pasted on a passport photo of herself in pigtails,
 A
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 why she let time slip through her skinny, skinny fingers.

Chorus x2, Mid 8, repeat last line.




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