No more writing home
Just to tell you what you’ve always known
What you’ve always known

Simply I’m alone
A hundred miles north, where
I belong
Oh where I belong

I’m always fighting
With the thought that I could do more
Than sit and wait and wonder
When my life became a bore
Some more

An expert of the inside edges of my window
Never seen a coast or even where the wind goes
I’m not asking you to hurry up and wait
But if you live a life in letters you might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive
You might never really feel alive

Whisper to me slow
Give me a chance to hear the voice
I barely know
That I barely know

Soon you’ll have to go
From 7A to pens
Just to say hello
Just to say hello

I’m always fighting
With the thought that I could do more
Than sit and wait and wonder
When my life became a bore
Some more

An expert of the inside edges of my window
Never seen a coast or even where the wind goes
I’m not asking you to hurry up and wait
But if you live a life in letters you might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive
You might never really feel alive
You might never really feel alive
You might never really feel alive
You might never really feel alive
You might never really feel alive
You might never really feel alive