Lyrics Stones - The Orielles

Opening that third box, you could fall into a world
One, that it shouldn't even belong to, but it does because he ends there
A passage like no other existing in between the boundaries of a holiday destination
And lived sentimental experience
The photographs could only tell us when he'd seen and
Postcards where he wished he'd been
Cinema stubs were the most telling, he had bad taste but strong sense of tenderness

Hello beautiful faces and bad fashion artifacts
Pamphlets of Nice, they must have meant a lot
Or that he wished he could have made it to, in another lifetime
An empty pack of Swiss tobacco, they even now would pain him to throw away
Because it cost more than a cross-country train
Good job he's held back plenty of travel cards too
May the sun shine on the road you travel on, by his light may you ever be led

Still in possession of the keys to open the house
Where your pension for collecting things began
C80: How was the turbulence?
Is that where you drank your La CHOUFFE and drew your portrait on the coaster?
What did your fortune read, buried inside that cookie?
Maybe I'm seeing it now, through the fragments of what you left behind

The Indonesian postage stamp couldn't paint a more different picture of you
Than the business card for a salvage lot based in St Helen's
Stock and sample sales at the domestic botanist
A painted Rock from the beach
"Sometimes you have to leave people behind to find them", reads the fortune