Letras: Elliot Project (The). The Angel. Postcards And Polaroids.

Summer is calling its wanting postcards and polaroids
And memories of last year, but I cant let go
So lets drive until we dont know what road signs to follow
And end up in Wisconsin in the winter time
And find our homes dressed in snow covered in white for the first time
We could be nothing less than perfect.
And winter will freeze us here and well never go back home
Just cover our tracks. I doubt theyll even notice. I doubt theyll even care
Silent eyes speak for silent hearts in our game of love and death
Maybe its too late for hope to save us. But, you know that Im a dreamer
I promise you. That Ill die trying