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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patty Smyth
Vocals
Duke Roth
Guitar
Matt Serletic
Keyboards
Thommy Price
Drums
Winston Roye
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patty Smyth
Songwriter
Glen Burtnik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Serletic
Producer
Gary Tole
Mixing Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Jason Stasium
Assistant Engineer
Mark Dobson
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
Time goes by, I fall out of touch
I can't explain why I fall so much
I bought a pack of cigarettes
Sent an old Elvis stamp to your new address
The weather's here, wish I was fine
Wish that you could read between the lines
'Cause you dream in colors
My night comes in black and blue
I'll send a postcard
Oh, how I wish that I were you
I wish I were you
'Cause I am nothing
You are more than flesh and blood, a golden door
Let me come inside of you
Let me do the things I wanna do
Now take me down to where you live
And take the things I cannot give
'Cause you dream in colors
My night comes in black and blue
I'll send a postcard
Oh, how I wish that I were you
'Cause you are like the ocean
I'm a river that's run dry
If you cannot reach me
All my wild flowers they will die, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now take me down to where you live
And take the things I cannot give, yeah, yeah, yeah
You dream in colors
My night it comes in black and blue
I'll send a postcard
Oh, how I wish that I were you
I wish I were you, yeah I wish I were you
Just wish I were you
Take me down to where you live
And take the things I cannot give
You can take me down to where you live
And take the things I cannot give
Writer(s): Glen Burtnik, Patty Smyth
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