Postcards
His arms are open wide
And the angels at his side
Sing silent songs
I shot you through the window
As you smoked and looked ahead
Where you belong
The streets were lit in black and white
The wires made shapes to frame the nights
Until
Two girls, perhaps a boy and girl
A profile and a head of curls
Caught still
Your hands are open wide
A face that cannot hide
A mood distilled
Your hands are open wide
A face that cannot hide
The sign for topless go-go girls
Was hand-drawn but we liked
The homely style
The diner lights, the perfect square
Invited applications
Versatile
We stepped on to the balcony
You hid your face, I took the picture
Anyway
The next one was in colour
The cigarette, your forearm stretched
And cut away
Your hands are open wide
A face that cannot hide
What you don't say
Water tumbles down
The falls that turn around
A perfect scene
Not typical for us
A postcard that adjusts
The red between
Back to spare interiors
Bare benches, cruets, tables
Atmosphere
Ohio spelt in Deco pillars
Moody monochrome now
Reappears
Your hands were open wide
A face that could not hide
Was never clear
Your hands were open wide
A face that could not hide
And the angels at his side
Sing silent songs
I shot you through the window
As you smoked and looked ahead
Where you belong
The streets were lit in black and white
The wires made shapes to frame the nights
Until
Two girls, perhaps a boy and girl
A profile and a head of curls
Caught still
Your hands are open wide
A face that cannot hide
A mood distilled
Your hands are open wide
A face that cannot hide
The sign for topless go-go girls
Was hand-drawn but we liked
The homely style
The diner lights, the perfect square
Invited applications
Versatile
We stepped on to the balcony
You hid your face, I took the picture
Anyway
The next one was in colour
The cigarette, your forearm stretched
And cut away
Your hands are open wide
A face that cannot hide
What you don't say
Water tumbles down
The falls that turn around
A perfect scene
Not typical for us
A postcard that adjusts
The red between
Back to spare interiors
Bare benches, cruets, tables
Atmosphere
Ohio spelt in Deco pillars
Moody monochrome now
Reappears
Your hands were open wide
A face that could not hide
Was never clear
Your hands were open wide
A face that could not hide
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Moffoot, Gavin Gibson, Ian Deary, Roderick Murray
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