[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:18.35]Postcard Day - Ian Anderson [00:37.80]My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: [00:42.82]Pale hand gripping my pen [00:46.70]Rounding up to the zero adding infinite fractions [00:50.34]Letting nine become ten [00:54.25]Two pink doves strut the shingles [00:58.70]Picking crumbs from the breakfast I saved [01:02.98]For you dear and I wish you were here [01:17.66]Focus on the fine indeterminate line [01:22.50]Where the sky meets the sea [01:26.67]Desperate midweek words banal and absurd [01:30.38]Freely flow out of me [01:34.87]Well I may be a hostage to summer [01:39.06]But I'm a hostage not a slave [01:43.31]And I'm clear that I wish you were here [01:47.05]On this postcard day [02:22.71]Swim madly with spice from the orient [02:25.79]On a mystery watery carpet ride [02:32.45]But with the sun going down the wind goes around; [02:37.01]Blows them back out of mind [03:07.53]My eyes are white circles staring down past the point [03:12.09]Of my restless pen [03:16.41]While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the truth [03:21.28]Call my name again [03:24.34]Two brown legs don't make a summer [03:28.45]But two brown arms couldn't keep me away [03:32.76]Well my dear I wish you were here [03:36.21]On this postcard day
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:18.35]Postcard Day - Ian Anderson
[00:37.80]My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire:
[00:42.82]Pale hand gripping my pen
[00:46.70]Rounding up to the zero adding infinite fractions
[00:50.34]Letting nine become ten
[00:54.25]Two pink doves strut the shingles
[00:58.70]Picking crumbs from the breakfast I saved
[01:02.98]For you dear and I wish you were here
[01:17.66]Focus on the fine indeterminate line
[01:22.50]Where the sky meets the sea
[01:26.67]Desperate midweek words banal and absurd
[01:30.38]Freely flow out of me
[01:34.87]Well I may be a hostage to summer
[01:39.06]But I'm a hostage not a slave
[01:43.31]And I'm clear that I wish you were here
[01:47.05]On this postcard day
[02:22.71]Swim madly with spice from the orient
[02:25.79]On a mystery watery carpet ride
[02:32.45]But with the sun going down the wind goes around;
[02:37.01]Blows them back out of mind
[03:07.53]My eyes are white circles staring down past the point
[03:12.09]Of my restless pen
[03:16.41]While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the truth
[03:21.28]Call my name again
[03:24.34]Two brown legs don't make a summer
[03:28.45]But two brown arms couldn't keep me away
[03:32.76]Well my dear I wish you were here
[03:36.21]On this postcard day
