Track 1 of the album Four Lines on the Back of a Postcard · 2021
Four Lines on the Back of a Postcard
“I bought a postcard I never sent and wrote this instead. The piano is a whisper, and the strings arrive late, like the post.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · chamber ballad · 4:42
Lyrics
I bought a postcard from the station stand A harbour in the sunset, painted gold I've held the pen so long it's warm in my hand And still the little square is bare and cold There isn't room to say the whole of it The stubborn silence and the things I said So I will pick the words that truly fit And leave the proud ones lying in my head Four lines on the back of a postcard Is all that I can bear to send I was wrong, and I have known it Since the night we did not mend Four lines, and a stamp, and a morning Let the little letterbox be brave If you read it, you will know That I am sorry, all the way The postman's bell comes ringing down the street I fold my pride and tuck it in my sleeve I write your name, the one that's still so sweet And pray you'll know that I am wanting to believe Maybe it will wander for a week Maybe it will crease along the way But the ink is dry, and I am done with pride Let it travel, let it say Four lines on the back of a postcard Is all that I can bear to send I was wrong, and I have known it Since the night we did not mend Four lines, and a stamp, and a morning Let the little letterbox be brave If you read it, you will know That I am sorry, all the way All the way All the way Sorry, all the way