Artist: Beirut
Song: 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 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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