Track 5 of the EP Itchy Feet · 2022
Postcard Sky, Wish You Were Loud
“A postcard from a rack by the railroad track, wishing you were loud. The synth stabs here are the first glimpse of our bigger sound.”
trap · anthemic trap · synth pop · 3:26
Lyrics
Palm trees on the front, blue water on the back Bought it from a rack at a stand by the railroad track Pen from my pocket, hand still sandy from the shore Writing to the squad like I'm never gonna write no more Dear crew, the sun is loud, the food is even louder Met a guy who sold me mangoes, gave me extra, called me chowder Sunburnt on my shoulders, but my heart is feeling light Wish you saw this sunset 'cause it's burning pink and bright Stamp it, stick it, send it out Let the whole mailbox hear me shout Postcard sky, wish you were loud Wish you were here in the sunshine crowd Postcard sky, hands in the air Every single color, I'm sending it there Postcard sky, wish you were loud Sending you the sunset, sending it proud Postcard sky, hey, hey, hey Wish you were here, wish you were here today Rented a scooter, took the coast road to the bay Horn goes beep beep, I'm waving at the day Street band on the corner, drums were hitting fine Danced with a grandma who said the beat was mine Dropped a coin in the hat, they played my favorite thing Phone's at three percent, but I'm ready for the swing Taking pictures of the waves, but pictures can't compete With the way the whole town moves when the bass hits the street Stamp it, stick it, send it out Let the whole mailbox hear me shout Postcard sky, wish you were loud Wish you were here in the sunshine crowd Postcard sky, hands in the air Every single color, I'm sending it there Postcard sky, wish you were loud Sending you the sunset, sending it proud Postcard sky, hey, hey, hey Wish you were here, wish you were here today Last night on the pier, string lights over the sea Wrote the last line small, signed it, Tempo, me Told you save my seat, I'm coming back real soon With a pocket full of shells and a brand new tune Mailbox on the corner, red and round and old Dropped it in the slot like I'm dropping something gold Know it's gonna land after I'm already home But the words get there slow, so I'm never really gone Hold it up, hold it up Everybody got a postcard in their cup Write it down, send it high Tell somebody that they're on your mind Postcard sky, wish you were loud Wish you were here in the sunshine crowd Postcard sky, hands in the air Every single color, I'm sending it there Postcard sky, wish you were loud Sending you the sunset, sending it proud Postcard sky, hey, hey, hey Wish you were here, wish you were here today Postcard sky, postcard sky Wish you were here, wish you were here