When you were a postcard

Summers are worth more than this boat 
We sail all day like a farewell to winter 
A lampara keeps on burning 
and somehow we can't return 

from endless waits for strawberries 
to the great beyond of our tragedies 
for all the time i've tried to tell myself 
to hold on 
no one could give us wind 
it just resonates a mile apart 

from there 
it just resonates a mile apart 
it just resonates a mile apart 
from there