[Intro — chorus-soaked guitar, distant toms, bass slowly emerging] Verse 1 I got your postcard yesterday, It smelled of perfume and summer rain. A picture of a golden beach, A place that's always out of reach. You wrote, “The ocean's beautiful, The nights are long, the air is cold. I've found a room above the sea, But something here reminds me of me.” Chorus Postcards from paradise, Falling through my door, Blue skies on the front of them, But I know what they're for. Verse 2 You said you met a girl down there Who dances underneath the moon, She wears a silver dress of stars And leaves before the afternoon. Pre-Chorus And every word you send Cuts a little deeper now, You found yourself a paradise— But you never told me how. Chorus Postcards from paradise, Your handwriting in the rain, You say you're never coming back Then you write my name again. [Bridge — half-time, distorted guitar] So keep sending me your pictures, Keep pretending you're alright. I'll keep them in a shoebox With the letters from the night. [Guitar solo — sustained notes, feedback, melodic bends] Final Chorus Postcards from paradise, Falling like confetti, You found your little piece of heaven Are you ready yet? Are you ready? Outro Postcards from paradise... One more from the sea... You say you're never coming back But you keep writing me. [Echoing vocal: “Paradise...” — guitar feedback fades]
