Letras
In a box of forgotten things
A scent of dust the memory brings
A picture of a sunlit coast
The one I used to love the most
Oh this faded postcard in my hand
From a place I understand
Is only living in my mind
A perfect world I left behind
And the ink is turning gray
Like the words I couldn't say
On the back a single line
Wish you were here the weather's fine
A simple promise sweet and true
That I would come right back to you
Oh this faded postcard in my hand
From a place I understand
Is only living in my mind
A perfect world I left behind
And the ink is turning gray
Like the words I couldn't say
The sun still shines upon that shore
Just not for me not anymore
And that's okay I'll let it be
A beautiful sweet part of me
The weather's fine
sound of placing the postcard down
I left behind