Stacey Kent - Postcard Lovers

Lately I've become such a postcard lover especially of the ones I get from you and if, these days, they don't come quite so often they charm me more than ever when they do I picture you beside a sunny harbour waiting for a boat to come to shore your finger lingering on a postcard spinner in the doorway of a tacky tourist store Or whiling away those warm enchanted evenings writing in the corner of some café those careless collections of words and feelings you happened to feel like sending me that day I save every card, although it gets hard to keep some order amongst those random souvenirs It amazes me some, the way we've become such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans and the years Have you found yourself some wonderful companion and all the happiness that heaven allows or are you homesick for that grey and drizzly nation as you walk home amidst the evening crowds The postcards I send to you from my own travels can hardly match the ones you send to me but at least I give you news of what I'm doing and open my heart to you occasionally Looking back on all the cards you've written from every far-flung corner beneath the sun they say so little of the life you're really leading so little of the person you've become But they still bear the traces of all the special places We've kept deep within our hopes and in our fears It amazes me some, the way we've become such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans and the years