[Intro — Two Clean Guitars Answering Across the Stereo Field]

[Verse 1 — Male Vocal]
You took the job beside the coast;
I raised a glass and made a toast.
We drew six months across the wall,
A row of crosses, small and tall.
You called from rooms with humming lights;
I wrote through early factory nights.
We learnt which trains arrived too late,
Which Sunday fares we couldn't make.

[Pre-Chorus — Male Vocal]
I counted coins, I counted days,
Redrew the route a dozen ways.
Each plan looked simple on the wall
Until the week began to fall.

[Chorus — Duet]
Postmarks between us,
Four cities, three years,
Love in the margins,
Salt on the seals.
Each envelope promised a road into view;
Each morning put miles back between me and you.

[Verse 2 — Female Vocal]
My rented room had yellow blinds;
Your shifts kept changing starting times.
I missed your birthday in the snow;
Mum fell ill; you couldn't come home.
We fought on phones with dying charge,
Made little phrases land too hard.
Then both said, “Fine,” and both withdrew,
Afraid to ask what “fine” would do.

[Pre-Chorus — Female Vocal]
I wrote, “I'm good,” then left it there.
The stamp went down before I dared.
The miles ran straight from track to track;
The harder part was calling back.

[Chorus — Duet]
Postmarks between us,
Four cities, three years,
Love in the margins,
Salt on the seals.
Each envelope promised a road into view;
Each morning put miles back between me and you.

[Instrumental Break — Twin-Guitar Melody, Voices Humming Apart]

[Bridge — Alternating Male/Female Vocals]
[Male Vocal]
The distance wasn't measured miles.
[Female Vocal]
It lived inside our careful smiles.
[Male Vocal]
I waited to be asked to move.
[Female Vocal]
I waited for the same from you.

[Build-up — Duet]
One page, one stamp, one Friday train,
Two people waiting out the rain.
We each could see the empty seat;
We each let Friday leave the week.

[Final Chorus — Duet]
Postmarks between us,
Four cities, three years,
Love in the margins,
Creased at the seams.
The rails ran nightly, straight and true;
We never asked them to carry us through.

[Outro — Female Then Male, Guitars Converging]
[Female Vocal]
I kept your letters in a drawer.
[Male Vocal]
I kept my ticket by the door.
[Duet]
Two proper stamps, one empty seat;
Postmarks where our hands should meet.
