Postcard Songtext
von The Lucksmiths

Dear Shane
I write to you from the Mediterranean
Our hotel room overlooks a small island
That has a volcano in the middle of it
Steep dramatic cliffs surround the bay
And I can see the moon in the day


Truth is I′m tired
Even the sunrise looks old
I don't wanna tell you
But you have to be told
Don′t take it too hard
Sorry to tell you in a postcard
There's no easy way to say
Your grandfather passed away
Mourn with me

How fickle is the funny side
May seem lower than the lowest tide
But you only touch the hot plate for so long
It's better to become candle wax than to burn on

And besides
He left us in good golfing form
Three days ago, he hit five pars
Take care now
Love, Grandma

And P.S, love this life
And P.P.S, love this life
Love this life