Postcards from Heaven

I hope you’re doing well, and that you’re not feeling blue

Please don’t think I’d ever want to skip out on you

But I heard my name, and I just could not say no

There was only one direction I could go

I wish I’d been more smart, I wish I’d had more wit I wish

I’d had more time to clean up all my shit

But it should be easy, you can throw it in the skip

It don’t really matter anymore

It don’t really matter, it don’t really matter, it don’t really matter anymore

I’m in the house we’ve been looking to buy, so, don’t you worry ‘bout me

Top floor view of the angels as they fly

We’re as free as the fish in the sea.

I look down and smile at you, it’s easy for me now

My hand is the touch of a gentle breeze, softly, on your brow.

Everyone is angry, everybody feels the pinch

It don’t really matter anymore

It don’t really matter, it don’t really matter, it don’t really matter anymore

I’m in the house we’ve been looking to buy, so, don’t you worry about me

Top floor view of the angels as they fly

We’re as free as the fish in the sea

It’s nice to have this view of things from way up high I’m with you in your bed as well, on the pillow, where you lie

Kissing you, kissing tears, Darling ! Please don’t cry!

It don’t really matter anymore! I’m in the house.....