Postcard - Balance and Composure

Ink so permanent

Yeah it’s so permanent

Any way I mark it down

Either way you go

Faint and numb

You keep my head unsteady and my hands shake

Fought another day, and now

You wait until I’m standing in your landscape

Said we’re looking at the stars

We’re floating into empty spaces, I know

That we’re looking at the stars

Our burning open sky illustrated, no more

Five lines written on a postcard

Five lines and then it’s over

Five lines sitting on your dresser for you

Either way you go

It’s so permanent

Yeah it’s so permanent

Any way I tell it to you

Either way you go

Faint and numb

You keep my head unsteady and my hands shake

Fought another day, and now

You wait until I’m standing in your landscape

Said we’re looking at the stars

We’re floating into empty spaces, I know

That we’re looking at the stars

Our burning open sky illustrated, no more

Said we’re looking at the stars

Connected by our constellation, I know

That we’re looking at the stars

Our bodies lie in separate places, reposed

Five lines written on a postcard

Five lines I’m a little closer

Five lines written on a postcard for you

Either way you go