Sitting on a Fence

I'll explain it to you later
Now I'm sitting on the fence
Swinging right foot back and forth
Collecting glares of passing dogs

Please don't ask me to come down
'Cause I'm quite happy here
Observing how the world works
In every detail
It works fine without me

It's good to read letters from you
Smelling of the ocean
Yellow envelopes
Like small pieces of your skin
Under my fingers