The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who
Those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine


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Postcards From Italy Lyrics as written by Zach Condon

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    General CommentOh how I love this song. Beautiful piece. It's sounds to me like he's remimiscing about a girl from, ummm, Italy, and wanting to be with her but they're far apart and communicating through postcards. The lyrics posted look pretty accurate, except for "the chattered soul" doesn't sound right.
    tybeeson May 28, 2006   Link

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