Mr Postman

What a big day tomorrow will be
We will receive the results of what we've done
We are now praying, Tweeting, wishing
All about all the best for us and others

Mr Postman, we are very nervous now
Bring us some good news tomorrow
Will be a good feeling to see you on your motorcycle
But to us you'll look like such an angel

Mr Postman, can you understand our feelings?
It's so difficult to describe, we don't yet understand
Will be a good feeling to see you on your motorcycle
But to us you'll look like such an angel

Uh...God, if only we could talk to you directly
But, well, I know You understand
You know how we feel, so please console us
We've already done our best, we give it all to You now

Mr Postman, if only you could come right now
We cannot wait, it's such a sorrow
To wait until tomorrow
Bring some good news to us

Mr Postman, we can't wait, really we do!
What will you bring tomorrow?
Will you smile, will you laugh?
What will be inside the envelopes you'll deliver?

Questions, questions, questions
All we can do now is questioning, asking
What will we get tomorrow?
What will be inside the Mr Postman's bag?

Mr Postman, come on, come quickly!
If it's necessary we won't sleep until you come!
11:00 am...oh that's a looooong time
Come quicker, please, we beg you

Mr Postman, where will our fates bring us?
What will be inside your bag?
Mr Postman, we hope you understand this
You'll bring our fates from God

No sound we're waiting for more than sound of your motorcycle
No face we're waiting for more than yours
Nothing we're waiting for more than things inside your bag
No one we're waiting for more than you, Mr Postman

Mr Postman, where will our fates bring us?
Our fates will come as a bunch of envelopes, right?
Mr Postman, nothing we're waiting more than those envelopes
If only you can read those questions...