Postcards - An Horse

Well, old post cards are romantic when they’re intact

And old postcards are romantically full of fact

And the ones you have to watch

Are the ones that keep coming back

And you came back;

yes you came back

Well old cards sit on old cards

And the streets have changed

But I think I’m still the same

And it’s not what I want to hear, what I want to see

But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me, to me

When you see me sit by myself

You’ll think that I’m waiting for someone else

But I’m wishing for somewhere else, I’m wishing for somewhere else

When you see me sit by myself

You’ll think that I’m waiting for someone else

But I’m wishing for somewhere else, I’m wishing for somewhere else

Two postcards in a month or so

Well I don’t know, I just don’t know

Two postcards in a month or so

Well I don’t know, I just don’t know

And it’s not what I want to hear, what I want to see

But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me, to me

To me, to me, to me, to me