Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (wish You Were Here) Lyrics

Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (wish You Were Here)




I am such a sucker

And I'm always the last to know

My insides are copper

And I'd kill to make them gold

Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city

So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets



Every friend we ever had in common

I will sever the tie with you

You can thank your lucky stars that everything I wish for will never come
true



When you go I will forget everything about you



I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you



Turn this up I'll tune you out

Another night alone in the city

Fake it like you matter - cause that's the biggest secret you have to keep