Postcard Day lyrics
Song information
Artist: Jethro Tull Album: Ian Anderson: The Secret Language Of Birds
Lyrics
My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: Pale hand gripping my pen Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions Letting nine become ten Two pink doves strut the shingles Picking crumbs from the breakfast I saved For you dear. and I wish you were here On this postcard day
Focus on the fine indeterminate line Where the sky meets the sea Desperate midweek words, banal and absurd Freely flow out of me Well, I may be a hostage to summer But I'm a hostage, not a slave And I'm clear that I wish you were here On this postcard day
Precious cargo of flotsam: mixed memories on an ocean tide Swim madly with spice from the orient On a mystery watery carpet ride But with the sun going down, the wind goes around; Blows them back out of mind
My eyes are white circles staring down past the point Of my restless pen While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the truth Call my name again Two brown legs don't make a summer But two brown arms couldn't keep me away Well, my dear, I wish you were here On this postcard day
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"Ian Anderson: The Secret Language Of Birds" album track list
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