Time tells the story
I can’t wait to hear
From the heart of the known
Skies
A letter arrives
On the desk of those
Who hear
Clear
From this moment
A memory blossoms
A sweet orange hue
A postcard from time
Will make it’s way through
Time tells the story
I can’t wait to hear
From the heart of the known
Skies
A letter arrives
On the desk of those
Who hear
Clear
From this moment
A memory blossoms
A sweet orange hue
A postcard from time
Will make it’s way through