I'm writing to you as the sunsets behind
The purple plague of a wisteria line
I'm writing to you, my love
I read a book and I slept a while
I took a tour without a tour guide
I was searching for you, my love
There's just one thing that I never get to do
I'm always one day away from you
I'm always one day away from you
Took photos of churches and parliament grounds
They looked like all the others, I deleted them now
I was thinking of you, my love
I'm working hard but getting no money
You must be looking forward to your birthday coming
I'm wishing for you, my love
There's just one thing that I never get to do
I'm always one day away from you
I'm always one day away from you
The twilight here seems to linger on
The nights are short but not less lonesome
I'm longing for you, my love
So many tales you'll never hear told
And many more till I get back home
I'm yearning for you
There's just one thing that I never get to do
I'm always one day away from you
I'm always one day away from you
I'm writing to you as the moon does climb
Font getting smaller on these postcard lines
Font getting smaller on these postcard lines