LYRIC
POSTCARD
(c) 2017, Christopher G. Moon – All Rights Reserved
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She comes home at 2 AM
her mind is somewhere else
her clothes are in my closet
but her hearts’ not in our house
My ring is on her finger
but only when shes home
there’s a stranger on the other end
of her phone.
CHORUS: Her memory is haunting me , I wonder where she went
her love is like a postcard … that never got sent.
She wakes while I’m sleeping
and tiptoes out the door
I remember when I loved her
but not the reason for,
I wish she’d just admit it
now I see all the signs
familiar kinds of strangers
we’ve become in time.
CHORUS: Her memory is haunting me , I wonder where she went
her love is like a postcard … that never got sent.
BRIDGE: People ask why go on there’s nothing left for me
all we have in common is a door key
a band of gold, a laugh or two, a memory from the past
a million dreams, a kiss or three but not enough to last.
CHORUS: Her memory is haunting me , I wonder where she went
her love is like a postcard … that never got sent.
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