I found a hidden postcard she'd written to herself With much love from overseas but signed by somebody else And I recognized the name is mine and heavy my heart sank Her hopes so high and full of love but all my pages blank All my pages blank All my pages I felt it in the moment I'd have to let her go As deeply as I believed that she'd freed my bitter soul But a post so strong and clear and a call too true to ignore And in the end to follow through I couldn't be there anymore I couldn't be there anymore I couldn't be there anymore I couldn't be there anymore I couldn't be there So what is worse to let it go or keep it to be sweet To send it off in peace or to watch it crumble at her feet Deny it might be over, abandoning defeat It's these questions and more that keep me tired, even when I sleep Even when I sleep It keeps me tired, even when I sleep Even when I sleep It keeps me tired, even when I sleep It keeps me tired, even when I sleep It keeps me tired, even when I