Postcard Lovers
作词 : Kazuo Ishiguro
作曲 : Jim Tomlinson
Lately I've become such a postcard lover
Especially of the ones I get from you
And if, these days, they don't come quite so often
They charm me more than ever when they do
I picture you beside a sunny harbour
Waiting for a boat to come to shore
Your finger lingering on a postcard spinner
In the doorway of a tacky tourist store
Or whiling away those warm enchanted evenings
Writing in the corner of some café
Those careless collections of words and feelings
You happened to feel like sending me that day
I save every card, although it gets hard
To keep some order amongst those random souvenirs
It amazes me some, the way we've become
Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans
And the years
Have you found yourself some wonderful companion
And all the happiness that heaven allows
Or are you homesick for that grey and drizzly nation
As you walk home amidst the evening crowds
The postcards I send to you from my own travels
Can hardly match the ones you send to me
But at least I give you news of what I'm doing
And open my heart to you occasionally
Looking back on all the cards you've written
From every far-flung corner beneath the sun
They say so little of the life you're really leading
So little of the person you've become
But they still bear the traces of all the special places
We've kept deep within our hopes and in our fears
It amazes me some, the way we've become
Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans
And the years
Postcard LoversLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kazuo Ishiguro
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jim Tomlinson
[00:16.850]Lately I've become such a postcard lover
[00:26.020]Especially of the ones I get from you
[00:34.160]And if, these days, they don't come quite so often
[00:42.320]They charm me more than ever when they do
[00:50.620]I picture you beside a sunny harbour
[01:00.370]Waiting for a boat to come to shore
[01:08.820]Your finger lingering on a postcard spinner
[01:16.890]In the doorway of a tacky tourist store
[01:25.420]Or whiling away those warm enchanted evenings
[01:34.310]Writing in the corner of some café
[01:42.860]Those careless collections of words and feelings
[01:50.680]You happened to feel like sending me that day
[01:59.190]I save every card, although it gets hard
[02:07.730]To keep some order amongst those random souvenirs
[02:16.460]It amazes me some, the way we've become
[02:24.710]Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans
[02:34.530]And the years
[03:41.600]Have you found yourself some wonderful companion
[03:49.000]And all the happiness that heaven allows
[03:57.810]Or are you homesick for that grey and drizzly nation
[04:05.950]As you walk home amidst the evening crowds
[04:13.710]The postcards I send to you from my own travels
[04:22.890]Can hardly match the ones you send to me
[04:31.000]But at least I give you news of what I'm doing
[04:39.630]And open my heart to you occasionally
[04:48.030]Looking back on all the cards you've written
[04:56.520]From every far-flung corner beneath the sun
[05:04.490]They say so little of the life you're really leading
[05:13.040]So little of the person you've become
[05:21.770]But they still bear the traces of all the special places
[05:30.200]We've kept deep within our hopes and in our fears
[05:38.390]It amazes me some, the way we've become
[05:46.410]Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans
[05:55.310]And the years
