Abby Ahmad - Postcards lyrics

Must be close to 12 in Flagstaff Did you see the sun today? Things here are cold and constant We live and breathe in grey I wrote you both some letters But I don't know where they went Sometimes our best intentions Get lost before they're sent I hear your child won't stop growing And Tal's romancing western skies Battle wounds have started showing At least we're all still getting high It's true what they may say Sometimes you have to flail to fly It's raining here Wish I was there Just wanted to say "hi" To the queens of the Big Apple I am sending my regards I wish that I was with you And so does my guitar Population has a loneliness All cities have their scars But confusion yields to clarity Even from afar Anticipation is acidic Six months seems like six years But I'll arrive before you know it And we'll share some dirty air It'll take some time But in my mind You know I'm halfway there So wish me well On the road to hell Signed, The Girl with Wavy Hair And to you My brunette beauties Smiling sentries in the pub Your laughter is infectious And fits me like a glove Would you do me just one favor It'll help the time to pa** Part the sea And think of me Next time you fill your gla** Back at home there sits a boy Been paralyzed by stops and starts Fatality has burned a hole Right through his paper heart Absence has no absolution No light amidst the dark But I'll warm you with my fire While you're searching for your spark This is not a consolation It would be foolish to pretend No logic to this equation The beginning marked The End. Would you call it hypocritical If I offered an Amen Well, I love you And he did too Be there soon, my friend As for the poster girl Of the Eastern world Let persistence be your drug When the thought of youth in Asia Makes you want to pull the plug Just know I'm thinking of you And don't forget to breathe Someone tell me how "I miss you" Translates in Japanese Innocence is growing older Our hearts have learned to lie The Steel City's gotten colder And distance makes me shy When the latitude of longing Is enough to make you cry Hold tight, dear friends Cause this ain't the end Just a short detour On the path to being more Just a small road block Just a dot dot dot Until we meet again