Postcard

You sent a pretty postcard
 From a far and lonely sea
 A dancer and a mandolin
 They looked like you and me
 I've been awake for hours and hours
 I should be fast asleep
 I lost the place and out it fell
 Your postcard from the beach
 Sometimes when I'm talking to myself
 I'll swear it's all a dream
 November babies and northern winds
 The scars you said I'd keep
 But if you'd never come here
 You'd never have had to leave
 And all the bones upon the beach
 They all sung out to me
 Grab it into your hands, don't let go and grab it
 But look the way it curls out of your fingers
 I used to wish I was the cigarette inside your mouth
 You'd roll me up and breathe me in
 But then you'd blow me out
 And I would float and curl my way
 A vapour trail the end of me
 All that's left a place that's kept
 Your postcard from the sea