"That Band" - Postcard

Staring out the window
Waiting to see the postman
I long for your lovely words
Covering the envelope

My words are on a postcard, but they should be in your ears
I remember like it was yesterday, but it feels like it’s been years
Since i saw you; now there’s space between us—miles and miles of land—
And there’s so much more that i could say, but for now, i just wanna hold your hand

I miss the sweetest timbre
Of your voice when you speak
Your words live inside my head
And sing my favorite melody

My words are on a postcard, but thеy should be in your ears
I remеmber like it was yesterday, but it feels like it’s been years
Since i saw you; now there’s space between us—miles and miles of land—
And there’s so much more that i could say, but for now, i just wanna hold your hand

This cursed distance
Lasts and withers with the weather
But for now, your lovely letters
Make it all just so much better

My words are on a postcard, but they should be in your ears
I remember like it was yesterday, but it feels like it’s been years
Since i saw you; now there’s space between us—miles and miles of land—
And there’s so much more that i could say, but for now, i just wanna hold your hand
Ba da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da

My words are on a postcard, but they should be in your ears
I remember like it was yesterday, but it feels like it’s been years
Since i saw you; now there’s space between us—miles and miles of land—
And there’s so much more that i could say, but for now, i just wanna hold your hand