He sent a letter in the post Days passed by, it's back and forth
Under bridges, through foreign lands Over hills and golden sands
The day is here, his words arrive His voice, scribe, I recognize
Lying on a bed of grass I want to make this moment last
I can hear each word you say It's as if you're an inch away
In a phone box, a pile of coins There's something sweet in this exchange
I recall your smell, your taste Lonely freckles on your face
I pretend you're here with me I blush in your company
I blush and shadow down in a moment I wonder over and over
These words you write are from one to another I catch them all now
I blush and shadow down in a moment I wonder over and over
These words you write are from one to another I catch them all now
I catch them all now
