[00:25.47]Sobriety breeds sincerity
[00:31.55]And Lydia Pond she is my gravity
[00:36.89]I don't know how she felt when she took that E
[00:43.12]But in the morning she was shaking, she was twitching, she was jerking
[00:50.19]On June the 5th she moved to Paris
[00:55.31]She could not stand the state of British politics
[01:01.55]And I just can't convince her that I'm socialist
[01:08.48]And every night I pray for mail in the morning
[01:14.89][02:30.35][02:54.25]Sweet Lydia Pond is doing it for me
[01:20.71][02:36.56][02:59.96]And I want to sing a hymn for the postal service
[01:26.91][02:42.51][03:06.18]Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around
[01:32.73][02:48.16][03:11.76]I am so faithful now to Lydia's handwriting
[01:38.70][03:17.66]That makes me guess the circumstances under which she wrote it
[01:45.07][03:24.03]Why she used the f-word when she never, ever spoke it
[01:51.03][03:30.40]She pasted on a passport photo of herself in pigtails
[01:57.09][03:36.59]And underneath she'd written did my touch make you less lonely
[02:05.61]Oh she promised me that we'd be creasing sheets
[02:11.67]And that our bodies would be bruising, wrestling underneath
[02:17.58]And I wanted to ask her how she cut her teeth
[02:24.39]And why she let time slip through her skinny, skinny fingers