Pulled by the weight of the world
The moon fell away today
Plunging the night deep down and into disarray
And I am stumbling just to find my way
Stumbling as it slips away
And we're in darkness, which is the hardest.
And there's no progress amidst the promise
Of better days Or better ways
The scent's gone cold, the path's awry.
Dreams take hold as life goes by.
And no matter what you are told
Life's but a tear in the eye.
A mask without a face
Postcards (Lost In The Mail) Lyrics