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 7 A 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
You might never really feel alive
