Justin King - Postcard - Текст песни

Got your postcard from Istanbul

The crooked lines run on and on and on

Got your picture in my car

It's like a map that only gets me lost


You know it never had to make sense

For us to feel this

You and I were never saints or angels

I still have faith in you


Take a drive in the autumn rain

It's one a.m. and you are in my blood

Crossed emotion made of distance

The morning comes and you'll be waking up


You know it never had to make sense

For us to feel this

You and I were never saints or angels

I still have faith in you


Lay the phone down

Play a song for you

Five thousand miles away

Your listening


You know it never had to make sense

For us to feel this

You and I were never saints or angels

I still have faith in you