The Postcard

This is a postcard
Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city


This is a phone call
Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here
But the telephone lines are cut
My hands can't hold the paper
You are on my mind


Nobody knows your name here,
Except when the moon is out
And then they toss in their sleep
Crying out for you to take them
But me I cannot sleep,
I cannot dream,
My heart is shattered
You are on my mind


Once seven colors used to make a man blind
And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire


Precise, like sunrise
A child just like any other
Made of the bones of the earth
Fragile and deathless
Yes, I'm alright
I'm a church,
And I'm burning down


You are on my mind...

Beliebteste Lieder von Akvarium

Andere Künstler von Axé