Postcard Lyrics

Here come greetings from the fires of dusk From all the places you never dared to walk You never saw the silent battle zones Beneath towers and beyond your gardens

Was born a walker Into this world I walk

And what's to miss about the old ball and chain? Imaginary top of the food-chain ways I found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine I found more life by a burning barrel

Was born a walker And so away I walk Was born a walker And this world I stalk
Run by my friend If you think you are free Duck my friend, and cover If you think you are safe

[Talking @ 3:13] (What if our mission is...)

(What? What?)

Here come greetings from the fires of dusk From all the thoughts you never dared to think From all the choices you'll never dare to make Just a postcard from ground-level and below

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