Postcard (Reader Eddi)

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