Postcard from Goodbye by Art Elliot

I write to you as the lights go down
there’s nothing left to do but sit and wait
I hear those sirens call
the sound of the motor birds
sing their songs of death

the light is replaced by reds and blues
shine in my eyes like a prism
moon stares down at me
and my walls are stripped away
and I’m crouched under stone

I write to you, this postcard
from the edge of my darkness
on the eve of destruction

the wind grabs me and throws me down
the colors whir about my head
I hope this is just a dream
but I can’t wake up
am I lost?

as the lights dim low my mind goes to you, safe at home
there’s nothing more that I’d like to know
I hear those voices call
from deep inside of the earth
explosions no one should hear

CHORUS

and this is my last will and testament
to how foolish we were
nobody knows what goes on here
our love’s a secret
our love’s a secret

CHORUS

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