You sent a pretty postcard
From a far and lonely sea
A dancer and a mandolin
They looked like you and me
I`ve been awake for hours and hours
I should be fast asleep
I lost the place and out it fell
Your postcard from the beach
Sometimes when I`m talking to myself
I`ll swear it`s all a dream
November babies and northern winds
The scars you said I`d keep
But if you`d never come here
You`d never have had to leave
And all the bones upon the beach
They all sung out to me
Grab it into your hands, don`t let go and grab it
But look the way it curls out of your fingers
I used to wish I was the cigarette inside your mouth
You`d roll me up and breathe me in
But then you`d blow me out
And I would float and curl my way
A vapour trail the end of me
All that`s left a place that`s kept
Your postcard from the sea