Postcard from Sicily

We've seen princes elope

Heard the death of a pope

And I'd ask

"What's for tea, babe?"

I know there's things I don't know

I'll take time while they'll take hope

To hitch to a star

And I'll live foolishly

Like that postcard from Sicily

And I don't like to complain

I'll stand naked in the rain

To be the joke

And the joker

I'll take no prisoners yet

There's a jail cell in my head

Where I can paint The Starry Night

And there's a mountain in me

On a postcard from Sicily

There's an ocean, you know

In that the box with the note

That says, "please, stay forever"

It ain't a ring that keeps us close

It's the promise of "you know me"

You know me

Like the stain on your coat

And the postcard from Sicily

Love has come to an end

If you can't understand that, you will fail

Love will come again

When you take back the coin from the well

Love is

Love is a friend

Love is

Love is a friend

I have such trouble to sleep

Yet I see dreams when you speak

And in them, I play the saviour

Holding your hand in the tide

As the moon pulls you by

And I say "damn, join the queue!"

'Cause there ain't nothing for free

Not a postcard from Sicily

And just to walk down the creek

Just a kiss on the cheek

That is all that I am asking

Oh, how greedy am I?

To want proof I can't deny

Of tomorrow's rain

Maybe I'm all that I'll be

Just a postcard from Sicily