Postcard
Late to bloomon the front is a postmark from the city where it starts
from the top of Mt. Paris to the chateau that held us
I met my heart on the back of a postcard
meanwhile you're only known by name in conversation
by me and my heart if you would only take them
and now I'm slipping away from the fall
for you and no one else you make the call
and now you're slipping away from the fall
to get away from it all
you've seen better times in the days of your own life
on the front of my postcard you have seen with your own eyes
what do you see in his eyes that makes you drive to in your car
What is it I haven't shown?
Te amo con todo mi corazón
meanwhile you're only known by name in conversation
by me and my heart if you would only take them
and now you're slipping away from the fall
for you and no else you make the call
and now I'm slipping away from the fall
to get away from it all
Drawing near a picture perfect frame
got it clear but no plans made
and upon your return I make a name for myself
which granted things would change
things would change
we've seen better times in the back of my own mind
on the edge of your front step
something we haven't done yet
I must confess
Being me my only regret
meanwhile you're only know by name in conversation
by me and my heart if you would only take them
and now I'm slipping away from the fall
for you and no one else you make the call
and now I'm slipping away from the fall
to get away from it all
meanwhile you're only known by name
to get away
to get away from it all