Send me a postcard from venice

from there you write me things

things that makes me remember stuff I should

paper and ink, break away with a postage stamp

hand delivered, with fingertips on the envelope

Take this message, fly it over to your lap

your blue jeans and worn out white T-Shirt

kiss me goodbye through this paper

miles away, maybe a galaxy away

mars is where I am from

Give me a hope

starry eyed tears are falling

crank open a bottle of wine and lets get drunk

be free my jaguar

bed is where we all belong, even when it's too small for two