Postcards from Yesterday

A branch clothed with some glittery paste Don't delay, let's make haste A doll draped in a fur coat Load it all on that same ol' boat Just a matter of memory Just a matter of time The glass bell plays our chime On every corner, and one stamp is not enough A rose lens hides consequence The space between words out of sense A promise never given away Take it on the road and make your way Just a matter of remembrance Just a matter of moving on The postcard lies on your wind The glass chime far from home And I'll paint with different strokes You'll paint with bleak grey Through the window a tired oak Somehow he's housing mocking jays And a troubled face won't show it all Sometimes the hardest thing is, do nothing at all If I had a few words to say, they'd be Keep your postcards to yesterday Just a matter of memory Just a matter of time The postcard lies on your wind Somewhere, lost in time Or just yesterday