It is really so nice? Does it really matter to write a postcard? I've been watching the sky It's a little reply I wait for It's a place over there Not what anyone said it might be I'd like to be unaware Surprises aren't even fair, if you ask me It's so nice you join in It makes everything clear You spend forever knowing Then decide to appear And I know the place that you've been I've been thinking all day Lights are spinning around, my head feels In a different way I'm beginning to make some sense here It's so nice you join in It makes everything clear You spend forever knowing Then decide to appear And I know the place that you've never been Now I'm always tired Never did find out All the things you liked What you went without I'll be spending forever knowing