Postcard Video (MV)

Said quietly
"In winter clouds
There may not be just snow
There will be corners
Your room or on the street
With nowhere else to go
There may be phone calls
That don't even last a minute
With nothing much to say
And there'll be goodbyes
The kind that are forever
And then we'll walk away"

But no one mentions the kind of goodbyes
Where you're lost in-between
The total permanence of either scene
Where the things you know
The friends you have
Or even just this moment
Could well be the last

And in time
There will be letters
With nothing much to say
Except of things
The things that are so different
Since we parted ways

But soon in time
The letters will stop coming
Or at least not everyday
Though we promise we'll send pictures
Or meet on holidays
But tomorrow's never worthy
To walk beside the past
Not even for a moment
That's going by too fast

If you could have two more years
Or even just two more days
What would you do with time that time could not erase?
Talk about worst mistakes?
Talk about letting go?
Well, while you're talking, you've just let it get away
I offer my oldest days
No matter what it takes
Just to know back then the things I still don't know
There never is "one last time"
There's never "one last goodbye"

I won't forget you

But I'll never let you take the best parts of me when you go