Postcard From Surfers Songtext
von Toby Martin

A taste for desolation and a view of the beach
In his hand, a premix can and a curtain in the breeze
Thought that he′d go somewhere where a man had a chance to think
And he found himself in a room painted pastel pink
Yeah, things weren't working out
So he took himself to surfers
And he checked into a motel, where sex lay on the surface
Of the eiderdown, the air conditioning
Cigarette holes in the sheets
The kind of place where seven days feels like seven weeks
We had a chance to turn away from emptiness
But we threw it all away
No one gets a second chance to start again
Baby, we had that chance
Oh, we had it then


In the cool of evening, he′d make it out the door
And walk past the future ghettos lined up on the shore
And he thought it strange that people built these towers in the air
Because he'd seen the view and there's nothing out there
And he noticed coupling shapes, a brown-legged discarded breezer
And he walked back to the motel ′cause he felt like their teacher
And we had a chance to turn away from emptiness
But we threw it all away
No one gets a second chance to start again
Baby, we had that chance
Oh, we had it then
On the news that night, something that happened outside Eden
Someone says it′s just pure evil, they were only children
And the TV shows school photos and a thought runs through his marrow
That love is the mutation and evil's just love′s shadow