Did you get my brothers postcard?
Tells me he always thinks of you
Post office is a bitch out here
Still waiting for last months news
With the days getting darker
Your words light the path for me
Fallow antlers from the ceiling
Grow your garden in an old canoe
And though I never met the man
I can tell what Alex meant to you
Cicada Killer - Alex Lyrics
Cicada Killer - Alex Lyrics
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Did you get my brothers postcard?
Tells me he always thinks of you
Post office is a bitch out here
Still waiting for last months news
With the days getting darker
Your words light the path for me
Fallow antlers from the ceiling
Grow your garden in an old canoe
And though I never met the man
I can tell what Alex meant to you
Tells me he always thinks of you
Post office is a bitch out here
Still waiting for last months news
With the days getting darker
Your words light the path for me
Fallow antlers from the ceiling
Grow your garden in an old canoe
And though I never met the man
I can tell what Alex meant to you
Writer: Sam McMullan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid