Well this is no postcard from Paris, I guess you’d know

You had trouble with these winding and curvy West Virginia roads

Those mountains you saw are now blessed with inches of fresh snow

But somehow when I think of you, I don’t feel so cold

I know we haven’t been able to see one another

Our worlds quickly got so much smaller

I feel like I’m living in a snow globe and I’m stuck below the water

But you can pretend this postcard is from Paris--if you’d like

And that after my soul searching and travel, my mind falls back to you

It wouldn’t be too far from the truth

And we can pretend our beds are from the hotel we were in

We can rest our heads on pillows and pretend they are each others chests

If we listen hard enough, we might even hear a heartbeat again

Just know we’ll get through this

Sending my love and give your mom my best,

Aidan