歌词：
Manic Street Preachers Postcards From A Young Man

too involved The platitudes just interludes To break the trust with me and you Oh what a shangri-la Oh what a shower we are Oh what a mess we've made

modern world sits so easily A different kind of honesty Yes I worship at the altar I am a happy consumer A record shop and some clarity Don't need a

fight against it every single day These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again These are the postcards from a young man

foregone Will you find some kind of nothingness? Still and lonely like an old school photograph Laid yourself out under the stars Some peace at last so don't be sad A