No more writing home Just to tell you what you've always known What you've always known Simply I'm alone A hundred miles north, where I belong Oh where I belong I'm always fighting with the thought that I could do more Than sit and wait and wonder when my life became a bore Some more An expert of the inside edges of my window Never seen a coast or even where the wind goes I'm not asking you to hurry up and wait But if you live a life in letters you might never really feel alive ♪ You might never really feel alive ♪ You might never really feel alive Whisper to me slow Give me a chance to hear the voice I barely know That I barely know Soon you'll have to go From 7A to pens, just to say hello Just to say hello I'm always fighting with the thought that I could do more Than sit and wait and wonder when my life became a bore Some more An expert of the inside edges of my window Never seen a coast or even where the wind goes I'm not asking you to hurry up and wait But if you live a life in letters you might never really feel alive ♪ You might never really feel alive ♪ You might never really feel alive ♪ You might never really feel alive ♪ You might never really feel alive ♪ You might never really feel alive ♪ You might never really feel alive ♪ You might never really feel alive