Furslide - Postcard lyrics

There's a breeze in the air Clawing for attention and the blink of an eye Well I had a clue way before it took a hold of me, but Lost in my dreams I believed in my divinity Once upon a time there was a girl who sang poems Woven for the shivers of the tattered children's Corners And she is scolded my intentional lack of concentration She pointed out my gibberish was leaving smudges at the Edges And I said 'bask in the glorious blur of shattered Borders And don't be surprised at my callousness to callers I'm coming closer to the light so bright And the story that I've written to them all ends in a Postcard Postcard, postcard, postcard' Well the walls crashing down and I'm trapped by Indecision The choice is all mine, it overwhelms my sense of Vision and the sweetness The sweetness of my freedom was buried and the breeze Spreads the dust like disease The story that I've written to them all ends with a Postcard, a postcard The story that I've written to them all ends with a Postcard, a postcard The story that I've written to them all ends with a Postcard And that cryptic written message says I wish you were Here The story that I've written to them all ends with a Postcard, a postcard