Lyrics Orla Gartland

Orla Gartland

Postcards

This guy could could save the world with two hands behind his back

And still emerge with ten times the courage that other lack

I'm sick of wallowing here in my own self pity

Feet in the country side

Head in the city

Tall buildings, bright lights, bright cars

But more importantly, more importantly

That's where you are

I'll send you postcards from my head

Thinking about you as my cheeks go red

You're not a ghost but you feel like one right now

But you can hold me if you like

I need some help to complete this task

Want you here beside me; is that too much to ask

I'm haunted here, haunted here

Without you dear

I tell you this as I whisper in your ear and say

There's always another day

Someone once said that a story once told

"These streets, these streets are paved with gold!"

But our legs that are standing on them

Are sitting on your throne

They mean nothing to me, nothing to me

Nothing but stone

Maybe you'll never know just how I feel

Maybe you'll never know

Maybe that's the appeal

And walls are quint up

And you're sitting on top

I never meant to start, and now I can't stop

You're not a ghost but you feel like one right now

But you can hold me if you like

I need some help to complete this task

Want you here beside me; is that too much to ask

I'm haunted here, haunted here

Without you dear

I tell you this as I whisper in your ear and say

There's always another day

If you always go slow

Then you'll probably never fall

But if you never go fast

Then you'll never feel tall

If you always go slow

Then you'll probably never get hurt

If you never go fast

You'll never feel on top of the world

If you always go slow

Then you'll probably never fall

But if you never go fast

Then you'll never feel tall

If you always go slow

Then you'll probably never get hurt

If you never go fast

You'll never feel on top of the, on top of the world

You're not a ghost...

But you can hold me if you like

I need some help to complete this task

Want you here beside me; is that too much to ask

I'm haunted here, haunted here

Without you dear

I tell you this as I whisper in your ear and say

And say

There's always another day

This sounds like a lovesong

But it's not

Cause in the end

The girl gets caught

And will they be together in the end?

Well, I wish I could tell you that my friend