Postcards Orla Gartland

[Verse 1]
This guy could save the world with two hands behind his back
And still emerge with ten times the courage that others lack
I'm sick of wallowing here in my own self pity
Feet in the countryside, head in the city
Tall buildings, bright lights, fast cars
But more importantly, more importantly, that's where you are
I'll send you postcards from my head
Thinking 'bout you while my cheeks go red

[Pre-Chorus]
You're not a ghost but you feel like one right now
But you can haunt me if you like

[Chorus]
I need some help to complete this task
Want you here beside me, is that too much to ask?
I'm haunted here, I'm haunted here without you dear
I'll tell you this as I whisper in your ear and say
"There's always another day"

[Verse 2]
Someone once said, that a story once told
That these streets, these streets are paved with gold
But unless you're standing on them or 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
But walls look weird without you sitting on top
Never meant to start and now I can't stop