I wish that the stars would fall to Earth And light our way back home The pools beneath our feet tear with skipping stones So how much time should pass For me to recognize mistakes? The days I let pass by The story in your eyes I never read And I have to hear you say That you're in a better place But I won't stop mailing these postcards Somewhere I don't know How many years should drift By my windowsill? To heal the wounds inside The empty words that slide right down my throat And I have to hear you say That you're in a bettеr place But I won't stop mailing these postcards Somеwhere I don't know Seasons change and we grow apart But I don't have the heart to live in a world where we never met Colors fade Drip down the drain We were white as sheets Colors fade Drip down the drain If you loved yourself as much as I held you in my heart Then just maybe I could hear you over the phone You'd know just what to do If you loved yourself as much as I held you in my heart Then just maybe I could hear you over the phone You'd know just what to do I'm so lost I'm so lost without your hand Cascading over mine But I won't stop mailing these postcards to somewhere I don't know And I have to hear you say That you're in a better place But I won't stop mailing these postcards Somewhere I don't know