text: This is a postcard
  Saying Im alright in this beautiful city
  This is a phone call
  Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here
  But the telephone lines are cut
  My hands cant hold the paper
  You are on my mind
  You are on my mind
  Nobody knows your name here
  Except when the moon is out
  And then they toss in their sleep
  Crying out for you to take them
  But me I cannot sleep
  I cannot dream
  My heart is shattered
  You are on my mind
  You are on my mind
  Once seven colors used to make a man blind
  And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire
  Precise, like sunrise
  A child just like any other
  Made of the bones of the earth
  Fragile and deathless
  Yes, Im alright
  Im a church
  And Im burning down
  You are on my mind
  You are on my mind
  You are on my mind
  You are on my mind
  You are on my mind
  You are on my mind
  You are on my mind
  You are on my mind