Postcards

I'm never on the run yet I'm switching trains
Never looking back but I'm changing lanes
I'm never on the run but I'm switching trains
Ohh words like swords
Guess I'm thinking too much the love against the rush
So eager to touch but it's impossible
You said you'll take a bullet for me what's left of those words
Oh just a memory
Ohh words like swords
What's left of my head?
Thinking too much the love against the rush
So eager to touch but it's impossible
Irreplaceable