It is really so nice?
Does it really matter to write a postcard?
I've been watching the sky
It's a little reply I wait for

It's a place over there
Not what anyone said it might be
I'd like to be unaware
Surprises aren't even fair, if you ask me

It's so nice you join in
It makes everything clear
You spend forever knowing
Then decide to appear
And I know the place that you've been

I've been thinking all day
Lights are spinning around, my head feels
In a different way
I'm beginning to make some sense here

It's so nice you join in
It makes everything clear
You spend forever knowing
Then decide to appear
And I know the place that you've never been

Now I'm always tired
Never did find out
All the things you liked
What you went without

I'll be spending forever knowing