Intro.
Em,G,B
Verse.
D#m F# B D#m F# B
Well, old post cards are romantic when they’re intact
D#m F# B D#m F# B
And old postcards are romantically filled of fact.
D#m F# B
And the ones you have to watch
D#m F# B
are the ones that keep coming back.
D#m F# B D#m F# B
And you came back; yes you came back…k
Break. Em, G, B
Verse 2.
Well old cards sit on old cards.
And the streets have changed,
But I think I’m still the same.
Chorus.
D#m F#
[And it’s not what I want to hear, what I want to see
B D#m F# B
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.] x2
[Two postcards in a month or so, well I don’t know, I just don’t know.] x2
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