There's a pressure in the quiet.

There's a weight to empty air.

This is the sound it makes.

​

it's CaroCaro, baby

​[Verse 1]

Dawn bleeds through the window pane, a honey-gold veneer

I trace the static history that settled on the rail right here.

Another Tuesday ritual, the coffee's an abyss

Reflecting phantoms of each chance I missed.

Underneath the bed, a casket full of polaroids

A universe of futures that we rendered null and void.

Just a ghost-image flashin', a line I misconstrued

One single dial tone was all it took to kill the mood.

​[Pre-Chorus]

And the ink keeps on fading on the words I'll never write now

Flickering like ghosts behind my eyes in the dead of night now

A thousand little echoes of the things I shoulda done

And the postmark on my heart is always yesterday's sun.

​[Chorus]

These are my unsent postcards, from my heart to the air

Every beautiful secret that I was too scared to share

A million "I love you's," a thousand "I miss you's," unsealed

All sealed up with silence, man, you don't know how it feels.

Yeah, these are my unsent postcards, now they're just souvenirs

Of all of the laughter we coulda had for years.

​[Verse 2]

Still got that worn jacket, your silhouette's cocoon

I press it to my face and I can almost smell the moon

We watched from your porch, feel the memory maroon me in this room.

Remember on the coast when all the gulls were wheelin' past?

You asked me 'bout my future, a question sealed in glass

I said, "I can't remember," and watched the moment turn to ash.

But my mind held a blueprint: a garden, green and vast

A life so wildly perfect it was never built to last

And you were the foundation, a truth I couldn't cast.

​[Chorus]

These are my unsent postcards, from my heart to the air

Every beautiful secret that I was too scared to share

A million "I love you's," a thousand "I miss you's," unsealed

All sealed up with silence, man, you don't know how it feels.

Yeah, these are my unsent postcards, now they're just souvenirs

Of all of the laughter we coulda had for years.

​[Bridge]

So is it too late now to send just one or two?

Hope the sky will listen, carry 'em straight to you

I'm trading my regret for simple gratitude instead

For every single memory that's livin' in my head.

For every single word still waitin' for a stamp

Like a lonely little firefly that's lookin' for a lamp.

​[Outro]

So this is my last postcard, I'm giving it to the air.

No longer a heavy secret, just a whispered, weightless prayer.

It's a simple "I love you," and a quiet "I miss you," true...

Let the wind be the postman that carries it home to you.

An unsent postcard... my last unsent postcard...

Finally flying home to you.

It's CaroCaro, baby.