Letra de 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
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
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 gone?
Leave it up to fate