Postage

Shucks man, this is here and this is now
And I don't want to take up too much of your time
But how do I compact the feeling in a way that you can know it now?
It's letters when I'm sending out my loving
And when I'm crying on your shoulder
And when I labor for my bread
Man I apologize that I am just now writing back!
I couldn't stamp down any sense of time or place or self
Or what was left

And if I'm being honest
I'm so abstracted by this pain and loss I've seen
But you are a haven, oh of a different breed
One that reminds me of my sincerity

But it's letters when I can't pick up the pen
And when my eyes go dark and I turn around and I leave it all again
When I am in, then out, until I'm in between
And I'm having trouble saying exactly how I mean

But when I let it all go
It feels like postage and your signal flag's up
And when I let it all go
It feels like postage and your signal flag's up
When I let it all go
It feels like postage and your signal flag's up
Oh and when I let it all go it feels like postage
And your signal flag's up



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Noble Drummond
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