Postcards

Be at the fall of the greatness you saw with the light out
His head hits the floor
As you're tapping the door of his hideout

All of this misery… Well, it's a calling card
Prepare for this history now while you're on his side

His teeth have the grit from the grind
As he sits on the edge here
Both hands off the wheel
If there's time he could steal
We'd be rich now

All of the future is gone… Will there be a day
(When) all of the happened is now?
Leave it up to fate

Don't phone… I'm miles away
(But) postcards will be offered
Hold dear… Don't walk away
the shoreline's getting closer

The ride in the car he felt "Come like you are" But denies this
Attempting to steer you said "Don't you come near" To defy him
All of this misery… Well, it's a story now
Prepare for this future and see why you're on his side

Don't phone… I'm miles away
(But) postcards will be offered
Hold dear… Don't walk away
The shoreline's getting closer

I'm not getting old
I'm not getting young

All of the present is gone…Will there be a day
(When) all of the future is now?
Leave it up to fate