Postcard

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