Song | Postcard |
Artist | Thomas Feiner |
Artist | Anywhen |
Album | The Opiates (Revised) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Here comes greetings from the fires of dusk | |
from all the places you never dare to walk | |
you never saw the silent battles on | |
beneath your tires and beyond your gardens | |
I was born a walker | |
into to this world I walk. | |
And what’s to miss about the old balled chain | |
imaginary top of the food chain wings | |
I found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine | |
I found more life by a burning barrow | |
I was born a walker | |
and so away I walk | |
was born a walker, | |
and in this world I’ve stop | |
Run my friend if you think you are free | |
Duck my friend and cover if you thing you are safe | |
Here comes greeting from the fire of dusk | |
From all the thoughts if never dare to think | |
from all the choices you never dare to make | |
just a postcard from ground level and go on |
Here comes greetings from the fires of dusk | |
from all the places you never dare to walk | |
you never saw the silent battles on | |
beneath your tires and beyond your gardens | |
I was born a walker | |
into to this world I walk. | |
And what' s to miss about the old balled chain | |
imaginary top of the food chain wings | |
I found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine | |
I found more life by a burning barrow | |
I was born a walker | |
and so away I walk | |
was born a walker, | |
and in this world I' ve stop | |
Run my friend if you think you are free | |
Duck my friend and cover if you thing you are safe | |
Here comes greeting from the fire of dusk | |
From all the thoughts if never dare to think | |
from all the choices you never dare to make | |
just a postcard from ground level and go on |
Here comes greetings from the fires of dusk | |
from all the places you never dare to walk | |
you never saw the silent battles on | |
beneath your tires and beyond your gardens | |
I was born a walker | |
into to this world I walk. | |
And what' s to miss about the old balled chain | |
imaginary top of the food chain wings | |
I found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine | |
I found more life by a burning barrow | |
I was born a walker | |
and so away I walk | |
was born a walker, | |
and in this world I' ve stop | |
Run my friend if you think you are free | |
Duck my friend and cover if you thing you are safe | |
Here comes greeting from the fire of dusk | |
From all the thoughts if never dare to think | |
from all the choices you never dare to make | |
just a postcard from ground level and go on |