The Ex-Optimists - Postcards Lyrics

Reflecting skyward, ascending higher on the breeze
Overexposure. Lining up soldiers to knock down

Postcard of a scene to be played out on in my dreams
On a cinema screen, a river flowing out to sea
She is ocean, I am wave: we can never feel the same
Like that postcard scene reflected in my dreams

Sun casting shadows, repeating in echoes of the dream
Children in motion, sky dose a potion of belief