[Verse 1] [Bouncy synths, playful percussion] Hi Mom and Dad, it’s all going fine, London’s a dream, we’re just killing time. Simon’s in heaven—British Library, I’m sightseeing, drinking way too much tea. [Light synth bell accents, laughter in the background] We saw Big Ben and Camden Town, I didn’t get lost… well, not too far down. Met some nice folks, music and lights, Don’t worry—I’m in bed by midnight. [Chorus] Postcards home with sugar and chrome, Everything’s perfect, we’re never alone. London lights, so shiny and bright, You’d swear we’re tucked in every night. [Verse 2] (Breezy synths, rhythmic claps) Simon found records from 1963, He’s buying books—I’m roaming free. We saw a punk show, just for a laugh, Nobody even checked for a pass. [Pause, drum hit, cheeky grin in her voice] You’d love the cafés, the markets, the square, I’m learning the accent, I swear I’m aware. I’m practically British, blending right in, (Except for the part where I can’t fake the grin). [Chorus] Postcards home with sugar and chrome, Everything’s perfect, we’re never alone. London lights, so shiny and bright, You’d swear we’re tucked in every night. [Bridge: Kate, Spoken Word Over Soft Synths] [Background sounds of a bustling café, light laughter)] “Met this guy with green hair—don’t freak out. He just showed me around, nothing to doubt. Simon’s fine, always reading maps, I’m only wandering… maybe a few laps.” [Cheeky laugh, synths swell back up] [Chorus: Kate, Stronger Vocals, Harmonies Kick In] Postcards home with sugar and chrome, Everything’s perfect, we’re never alone. London lights, so shiny and bright, You’d swear we’re tucked in every night. *[Outro: Fading Synths, Light Guitar Strum] [Playful humming, scribbling sounds like she’s writing the postcard] Miss you lots! Send money soon. Love, Kate (and Simon too).
