The Lucksmiths - Postcard lyrics

Dear Shane I write to you from the Mediterrane Our hotel room overlooks a small island That has a volcano in the middle of it Steep dramatic cliffs surround the bay And I can see the moon in the day Truth is, I'm tired Even the sunrise looks old I don't want to tell you But you have to be told Don't take it too hard Sorry to tell you on a postcard There's no easy way to say Your grandfather pa**ed away Mourn with me How fickle is the funny side May seem lower than the lowest tide But you only touch the hotplate for so long It's better to become candle wax than to burn on Besides, he left us in good golfing form Three days ago he hit five pars Take care now, love Grandma And P.S Love this life And P.P.S Love this life