Postcard – Eddie Reader – letras

You sent a pretty postcardFrom a far and lonely seaA dancer and a mandolinThey looked like you and meI’ve been awake for hours and hoursI should be fast asleepI lost the place and out it fellYour postcard from the beachSometimes when I’m talking to myselfI’ll swear it’s all a dreamNovember babies and northern windsThe scars you said I’d keepBut if you’d never come hereYou’d never have had to leaveAnd all the bones upon the beachThey all sung out to meGrab it into your hands, don’t let go and grab itBut look the way it curls out of your fingersI used to wish I was the cigarette inside your mouthYou’d roll me up and breathe me inBut then you’d blow me outAnd I would float and curl my wayA vapour trail the end of meAll that’s left a place that’s keptYour postcard from the sea