كلمات 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