The Postcard (Radio Silence 1989)

Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - The Postcard (Radio Silence 1989)

[Verse 1]
This is a postcard
Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city
This is a phone call
Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here
But the telephone lines are cut
My hands can't hold the paper
You are on my mind
You are on my mind

[Verse 2]
Nobody knows your name here
Except when the moon is out
And then they toss in their sleep
Crying out for you to take them
But me I cannot sleep
I cannot dream
My heart is shattered
You are on my mind
You are on my mind

[Bridge]
Once seven colors used to make a man blind
And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire

[Verse 3]
Precise, like sunrise
A child just like any other
Made of the bones of the earth
Fragile and deathless
Yes, I'm alright
I'm a church
And I'm burning down
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind