Postcards

Let these postcards hanging on
And keep the view unchanged
until the cowards say their names
I'm swimming back to where I'm from
Back to where i'm well known
against the currents and the storm

Aren't you glad that I'm far gone
Are you happy that I've drowned
I keep the posters of our story
sustaining way beyond our songs

Let this bum tell what he has to
Maybe his words sound better
Than the poems that you wrote
Let his tongue be understood
So it burns your shelters down
till there's no roof above our heads

Ain't it funny that i'm lost
Are you happy that i've drowned
I'll keep the posters of our story
sustaining way beyond our songs



Credits
Writer(s): Renaud Brustlein
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