Well, old post cards are romantic when they're intact
And old postcards are romantically full of fact.
And the ones you have to watch 
Are the ones that keep coming back.
And you came back; yes you came back.
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.
When you see me sit by myself, 
You'll think that I'm waiting for someone else.
But I'm wishing for somewhere else, I'm wishing for somewhere else.
When you see me sit by myself, 
You'll think that I'm waiting for someone else.
But I'm wishing for somewhere else, I'm wishing for somewhere else.
Two postcards in a month or so, 
Well I don't know, I just don't know.
Two postcards in a month or so, 
Well I don't know, I just don't know.
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