letters in the post
I'm sending letters in the post,
Deciding who I love the most,
And spending all my days imagining
All the letters sent to me.
I’m trying to find my way back home,
But first deciding where I’m from,
And tally marking every place I’ve been
Afraid to wash them from my skin.
And I, oh I wanna find my end of the road,
But I know I’ve miles to go.
Crossing over borderlines
And losing track of all the times
I’ve filled up matchboxes with paper dreams
Until they’re bursting at the seams.
I’m sending letters in the post,
Collecting days spent on my own,
And planting vacancies tween fingertips
Hoping I’ll find somewhere mine fit.
And oh, I know that your heart, your heart is your own
But I love you so.