Postcard #9
Jens Lekman
March 1st, 2015
Now I'm going to explain to you
What it is I like about you
It's 'cause I never get to the end of you
Every hour is a minute
Every minute has an eternity in it
I never seem to get to the end of you
You're the book that I have open
No matter how I far I've read
I don't ever seem to get to the end of you
Our conversations
Don't end with conclusions
They grow out like branches on a tree
You're the book that I have open
No matter how I far I've read
I don't ever seem to get to the end of you
You're the road that I had taken
Into a blood-red sunset
I don't ever want to get to the end of you
To the end of you
To the end of you
To the end of you
To the end of you
(To the end of you)
(To the end of you)
(To the end of you)
(To the end of you)