Jethro Tull - Postcard Day Lyrics
My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire:Pale hand gripping my pen.Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions,Letting nine become ten.Two pink doves strut the shinglesPicking crumbs from the breakfast I savedFor you dear. and I wish you were hereOn this postcard day.Focus on the fine indeterminate lineWhere the sky meets the sea.Desperate midweek words, banal and absurdFreely flow out of me.Well, I may be a hostage to summerBut Im a hostage, not a slave.And Im clear that I wish you were hereOn this postcard day.Precious cargo of flotsam: mixed memories on an ocean tideSwim madly with spice from the orientOn a mystery watery carpet ride.But with the sun going down, the wind goes around;Blows them back out of mind.My eyes are white circles staring down past the pointOf my restless pen.While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the truthCall my name again.Two brown legs dont make a summer.But two brown arms couldnt keep me away.Well, my dear, I wish you were hereOn this postcard day.
