Postcards From Italy
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 admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day
That day was mine
When she will marry me outside by 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
Cartões Postais da Itália
O tempo que passamos
Oh, quando o vendo viria com chuva e neve
Não foi de todo ruim
Nós colocamos nossos pés apenas onde eles tinham, tinham que ir
Nunca ir
A alma despedaçada
Seguindo de perto, mas quase duas vezes mais lenta
Nos meus bons momentos
Sempre haviam pedras douradas para arremessar
Naqueles que assumem a derrota tarde demais
Aqueles foram nossos momentos, aqueles foram nossos momentos
E eu vou amar ver aquele dia
Aquele dia era meu
Quando ela casar comigo fora dos salgueiros
E tocar as músicas que fizemos
Elas me fizeram assim
E eu amaria ver aquele dia
O dia dela era meu
Composição: Zachary Condon