Ink hits paper
I fall hard
Postage cards
'Cause you're so far away

Leave out letters
We both know
Count the days
'Cause you're so far away

I have 24 ribs and 32 teeth
Two hands, ten fingers, a pen in between
And Air Mail envelopes are all I bought this week

Seal the top
With my tongue
Kiss the postcard
But it's you I want

I have 24 ribs and 32 teeth
Two hands, ten fingers, a pen in between
And Air Mail envelopes are all I bought this week

I have 24 ribs and 32 teeth
Two hands, ten fingers, a pen in between
And Air Mail envelopes are all I bought this week
Oh, I thought you would leave it
Leave me behind
And you know I feel this way
'Cause you're biting your lip
and biting your tongue
we'll get there in the end

I have 24 ribs and 32 teeth
Two hands, ten fingers, a pen in between
And Air Mail envelopes are all I bought this week