Postcard From Lisbon Songtext
von Gary Olson

I read your postcards from Lisbon
And tacked them on the wall
Wrote of the house of your father
And the visit you swore
In the view from this prison
Waters rush with dye
A withdrawn invitation
Awaiting reply

Torn page
Of brothers that you draw

Storm waits for days
It was a torn page
Discovered in the fog
Storm waits for days


They circle the mission
Mapping all the haunts
Tying the ribbons
Left for the dawn
Now the ghosts in the harbor
Hustle for a game
Golden and crimson
Are lost in the frame

Torn page
Of brothers that you draw

Storm waits for days
It was a torn page
Of brothers that you draw
Storm waits for days
It was a torn page
Discovered in the fog
Storm waits for days

I read your postcards from Lisbon