Well, old post cards are romantic when they’re intact And old postcards are romantically filled of fact. And the ones you have to watch are the ones that keep coming back. And you came back; yes you came back…k 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… to me, to me, to me, to me