Postcards from Eden Video (MV)

She sends me postcards from Eden
To say that the whole things done
She fought for all she lost
And gave up everything she won
She'a a mind reading herbalist
Who likes to be beneath your hat
She's an expert coffee maker
But has no time for that

She's always on the road
To where blind men can't tell
She swings upon the gates
Between Heaven and Hell
She's a twenties dime collector
Who likes to wear pearls at noon
She's got a tattoo of the mother
Of the first man on the moon

Well she must be from the future where I'll be turning grey
She came in through the crack between the dawn and break of day
If I only had a moment where I could straighten out things with fate
Cause baby I was born too early or maybe you were born too late

She's a walking art of Dada
And the good before the grief
She's the daughter of a Poet
And the lover of a thief
She's a bank roll robbing lady
Who likes to paint her dollars black
She found the whitest shade of pale
On the road to hell and back