Postcards for Mom and Her Friends

I've heard there's something that you didn't teach me
So tell me, what is it I don't know?
Why would you let me be a believer
When the world holds no space for us?

I've heard there's someone that knows all the answers
To all of the questions I have
So why don't we call him?
I bet he's the one that writes postcards for mom and her friends

I need more
And nobody fools me
This can't be all I get
And nobody fools me
Nobody, no
Nobody, no

I'vе heard there's somе place where all the lost souls go
I think I belong there too
But don't say it's heaven or hell
That doesn't quite help me now
Help me now

I need more
And nobody fools me
This can't be all I get
And nobody fools me
Nobody, no
Nobody, no

Ooh, and I'm afraid that it is too much I'm asking for
Ooh, and I'm afraid that it is too much I'm asking for
Ooh, and I'm afraid that it is too much I'm asking for
Ooh, and maybe you were right before, and I am so
So foolish
So foolish