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