Postcard From A Volcano Lyrics

I got a postcard from a volcano 
Something 'bout a weather change 
Looking for a new town 
Hope to see you soon 
Sincerely 
My my things have changed 
I wrote these words upon the ceiling 
Now I'm walking on the page 
That kept my broken world 
Everyone's a gold mine 
Everyone's an empty vein 
Everyone's an open handed blind magician 
Everyone's a millionaire looking for a copper 
Down on old factory road 
Carving wooden spectacles 
Is nothing more than wishful thinking 
Read it on the line below 
Some things never change 
Life is but a festival 
Coloured gold and green and purple 
Death is never what you know
Love is never sane 
I spent a month in addictions 
I'll never hail a cab again 
Maybe I'm suspicious
Maybe I'm afraid