Gary Olson - Postcard from Lisbon Lyrics

I read your postcards from Lisbon
And tacked them on the wall
Wrote of the house of your father
and the visit you swore

In the view from this prison
Waters rush with dye
A withdrawn invitation
awaiting reply

Torn page of brothers that you draw
Storm waits for days
It was a torn page discovered in the thaw
Storm waits for days

They circle the Mission
Mapping all the haunts
Tying the ribbons
Left for the dawn

Now ghosts in the harbor
Hustle for a game
Golden and crimson
Are lost in the frame

Torn page of brothers that you draw
Storm waits for days
It was a page of brothers that you draw
Storm waits for days

I read your postcards from Lisbon