An Horse - Postcards

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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