Testo di Postcard

Got your postcard from Istanbul The crooked lines run on and on and on Got your picture in my car It's like a map that only gets me lost You know it never hurt to make sense For us to feel this You and I were never saints or angels I still have faith in you Take a drive in the Oregon rain It's 1 AM and you are in my blood Across an ocean made of distance The morning comes and you'll be waking up You know it never hurt to make sense For us to feel this You and I were never saints or angels I still have faith in you Lay the phone down Play this song for you Five thousand miles away Your listening You know it never hurt to make sense For us to feel this You and I were never saints or angels I still have faith in You and I were never saints or angels I still have faith in you