Track 3 of the EP Salt on the Rail · 2019
Wish You Were Here, Wish You'd Write Back
“Imogen wrote these postcard lines herself on a very wobbly crossing. Sea as blue as a bruise, ice cream down the sleeve.”
operatic pop · operatic pop · postcard pop · 3:32
Lyrics
Dear you, the sea is blue as a bruise The ice cream's dripping down my sleeve I've sunburnt both my knees and my nose And I've been thinking of you, I believe A seagull stole my chips today He looked me dead straight in the eye I'd tell you more but the card's too small So I'll scribble down the sky Stamps in my pocket, sand in my shoes Nothing to say but I'll say it to you Wish you were here, wish you'd write back Sun on the postcard, salt on the track Wish you were here, I'm sending my heart In a little square of coloured art Wish you were here, wish you'd write back Tell me I'm missed and I'll sail right back Wish you were here, wish you'd write back Wish you were here The lighthouse winks across the bay The band plays waltzes on the pier I danced alone and felt quite grand But I would dance with you, my dear If the post is slow, I'll wait If the words are few, I'll read them twice Every little line you send Is warm as summer, sweet as spice Wish you were here, wish you'd write back Sun on the postcard, salt on the track Wish you were here, I'm sending my heart In a little square of coloured art Wish you were here, wish you'd write back Tell me I'm missed and I'll sail right back Wish you were here, wish you'd write back Wish you were here Wish you'd write back Wish you were here