Postcard
The Suburbs Lyrics


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I wish you were here but you were not alone
Simple pleasures that's our bone
What's that I smell?
It's Death's cologne
Trains to Moscow
Trains to Rome
I get no thanks so I'm going home
I love the trains go rambling home
Past mounds of dust where Lincoln died
Often I don't want to go
Sometimes I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself!
Trains to Moscow
Trains to Rome




I get no thanks so I'm going home
Goodbye!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of The Suburbs song Postcard carry a certain sense of longing and melancholy. The opening line, "I wish you were here but you were not alone," is a poignant expression of missing someone who is not necessarily physically absent but perhaps emotionally distant. The mention of "simple pleasures" as "our bone" highlights the nostalgia and wistfulness for a simpler time and the connection that once existed.


The reference to Death's cologne is a stark reminder of mortality and the fleeting nature of life. The trains to Moscow and Rome symbolize journeys and a desire for adventure, but the fact that the singer "gets no thanks" suggests a sense of unfulfillment or perhaps even disillusionment with the pursuit of these dreams. The mention of Lincoln's death adds to the theme of mortality and loss.


The repetition of the line "I can't help myself" emphasizes a sense of helplessness and resignation, which is further underscored by the closing line "Goodbye!" Overall, the song captures a bittersweet sense of nostalgia, longing, and the human struggle to reconcile our dreams and desires with the harsh realities of life.


Line by Line Meaning

I wish you were here but you were not alone
I feel your absence and wish you were here with me, but I know you are not alone.


Simple pleasures that's our bone
We are happiest with the simplest things in life.


What's that I smell? It's Death's cologne
I sense something ominous and dark, as if death is near.


Trains to Moscow Trains to Rome
There are endless possibilities and destinations in life, and we have the freedom to choose any path we want.


I get no thanks so I'm going home
I am unappreciated and feel defeated, so I am returning to my comfort zone.


I love the trains go rambling home
I find comfort in the sound and motion of trains taking me back to my familiar surroundings.


Past mounds of dust where Lincoln died
The passage of time and history surrounds me, even in mundane and unexpected places.


Often I don't want to go
Frequently, I feel resistant and hesitant to move forward in life.


Sometimes I can't help myself
Occasionally, my impulsive nature overrides my better judgement.


I can't help myself
I am unable to control myself and my urges.


I can't help myself
I keep repeating my past mistakes and patterns, unable to break free from them.


I can't help myself
I am trapped and helpless in my own behavior.


Trains to Moscow Trains to Rome
There are endless opportunities and experiences awaiting us in life, but they can also lead to unknown and uncertain outcomes.


I get no thanks so I'm going home
Once again, I am unappreciated and overlooked, causing me to retreat back to my comfort zone.


Goodbye!
I am ending this journey and moving on, even if it means leaving things behind and saying goodbye.




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