WILD STRAWBERRIES - POSTCARD FROM A VOLCANO lyrics

rate me

I got a postcard from a volcano

Something 'bout a weather change

Looking for a new town

Hope to see you soon

Sincerely

My my things have changed

I wrote these words upon the ceiling

Now I'm walking on the page

That kept my broken world

Everyone's a gold mine

Everyone's an empty vein

Everyone's an open handed blind magician

Everyone's a millionaire looking for a copper

Down on old factory road

Carving wooden spectacles

Is nothing more than wishful thinking

Read it on the line below

Some things never change

Life is but a festival

Coloured gold and green and purple

Death is never what you know

Love is never sane

I spent a month in addictions

I'll never hail a cab again

Maybe I'm suspicious

Maybe I'm afraid