I have just received a letter addressed to my future self A blast from the past, well, it arrived fast! I'd send it back but I've no idea who to So I put the Postal Service on and fill up the glass And as I Take out the knife, I Look at my wife, I Feel a bit anxious It seems a little thin But I may be wrong Can a flimsy piece of paper bring anything to the table? Hell, I do hope I wasn't too true to myself! All the intimate details I'm still keeping secret I feel a bit anxious Will it bring them all back And fill in all the gaps? I have just received a letter addressed to my future self A close call but I'm quickly left in the dark The disappearing ink got far too much exposure To the air through which I've flown since the old times Oh, the air through which I've flown since the old times All the air through which I've flown All the air through which I've flown Since the old times