It is really so nice?

Does it really matter to write a postcard?

I've been watching the sky

It's a little reply I wait for



It's a place over there

Not what anyone said it might be

I'd like to be unaware

Surprises aren't even fair, if you ask me



It's so nice you join in

It makes everything clear

You spend forever knowing

Then decide to appear

And I know the place that you've been



I've been thinking all day

Lights are spinning around, my head feels

In a different way

I'm beginning to make some sense here



It's so nice you join in

It makes everything clear

You spend forever knowing

Then decide to appear

And I know the place that you've never been



Now I'm always tired

Never did find out

All the things you liked

What you went without



I'll be spending forever knowing