Parcel.

Wish I could say "I miss you," in Latin or French
So that it could have the effect all again
But I can't even speak to you, no, not tonight
So I guess I'll wait till another light
And speaking of light, remember our God
When things may go downhill, and it just gets hard
I'm sending you starlight from miles away
I'm packaging sunlight for when it dawns day
The postal service is nice, hope it doesn't get lost
With all the mail from other girls whose best friends are gone
I put on eight stamps, you know, just in case
I packaged it nicely and used lots of tape
I sewed in pretty words, till I see you again
And I may have written them in Latin or French