Tonight the moon is pretty as a brand new rose And the nosey stars seem to know Where everybody goes As poets reach for words With broken motel pens Here’s something to hold on to till I come home again Here the days don’t have names they got numbers And the nights just seems to fade into each other Jilted lovers are like fire flies each one has a spark Trying to fill the hole where once there was a heart I’m sending postcards from the wasteland Following my headlights down the highway in the dark I’m sending postcards from the wasteland Postmarked from the state of my heart In care of wherever you are Postcards from the wasteland Now before the summer sun gets chased away And all of our tomorrows turn into yesterdays I’m gonna build you that castle I’m gonna write you that song I gotta find the words to say Until I hold you in my arms I’m sending you postcards from the wasteland Following my headlights down the highway in the dark I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland Postmarked from the state of my heart In care of wherever you are Postcards from the wasteland Tonight I’ll meet you in my dreams See you soon Love, meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
