Postcard
There's no postcard that enters this world
No cars, no buildings, nothing that you know
There's no postcard, no credit card
But trust me
This world is better than the one you leave
There's no postcard that enters this world
No cars, no buildings, nothing that you know
But when you come in, you don't wanna go out
Trust me
This world is better than the one you leave
When you enter this world
It's a little bit strange
You see people flying
Like angels in a glitter rain
Here nobody dies
We have eternal life
Trust me
When you look around
You don't see buildings or houses
You see different things
But I can't describe them
Different conception
Infinite questions
Trust me
There's no postcard that enters this world
No cars, no buildings, nothing that you know
There's no postcard, no credit card
But trust me
This world is better than the one you leave
There's no postcard that enters this world
No cars, no buildings, nothing that you know
But when you come in, you don't wanna go out
Trust me
This world is better than the one you leave
There's no postcard that enters this world
No cars, no buildings, nothing that you know
There's no postcard, no credit card
But trust me
This world is better than the one you leave
There's no postcard that enters this world
No cars, no buildings, nothing that you know
But when you come in, you don't wanna go out
Trust me
This world is better than the one you leave
There's no postcard that enters this world
No cars, no buildings, nothing that you know
But when you come in, you don't wanna go out
Trust me
This world is better than the one you leave
This world is better than the one you leave
Trust me, this world is better than the one you leave
This world is better than the one you're leaving
This world is better than the one you leave
This world is better than the one you're leaving
This world is better than the one you leave
Postal
No hay postal que entre a este mundo
No hay autos, no edificios, nada que conozcas
No hay postal, ni tarjeta de crédito
Pero créeme
Este mundo es mejor que el que dejas
Cuando entras a este mundo
Es un poco extraño
Ves a la gente volando
Como ángeles en una lluvia de brillo
Aquí nadie muere
Tenemos vida eterna
Créeme
Cuando miras alrededor
No ves edificios ni casas
Ves cosas diferentes
Pero no puedo describirlas
Diferente concepción
Preguntas infinitas
Créeme
No hay postal que entre a este mundo
No hay autos, no edificios, nada que conozcas
No hay postal, ni tarjeta de crédito
Pero créeme
Este mundo es mejor que el que dejas
No hay postal que entre a este mundo
No hay autos, no edificios, nada que conozcas
Pero cuando entras, no quieres salir
Créeme
Este mundo es mejor que el que dejas
No hay postal que entre a este mundo
No hay autos, no edificios, nada que conozcas
No hay postal, ni tarjeta de crédito
Pero créeme
Este mundo es mejor que el que dejas
No hay postal que entre a este mundo
No hay autos, no edificios, nada que conozcas
Pero cuando entras, no quieres salir
Créeme
Este mundo es mejor que el que dejas
Este mundo es mejor que el que dejas
Créeme, este mundo es mejor que el que dejas
Este mundo es mejor que el que estás dejando
Este mundo es mejor que el que dejas
Este mundo es mejor que el que estás dejando
Este mundo es mejor que el que dejas