Postcards On Sunday Lyrics & Chords By The Bartlebees

Smoke it down Until you smell the flesh burning from your finger tips You're knuckles are white From beating on the walls at night Cast your worries to the side Focus only...read more

Passing time on a railway line Trying not to fall from the tungsten tracks Wishing that one day That train won't pass me by A desolate station long disused The barren...read more

She pulls her coat closer to banish the cold As she watches the buses and cars Hides in a doorway away from the light Shrinks from the sounds of the cafes and bars There's a...read more

All of the people in this town Pick you up just to push you down Looking around the sky turns black Your eyes so sad - I know you won't come back But don't ever change ...read more

I remember when it was An adventure to cross the street When being young meant having fun And getting under peoples' feet A few years on and the fear is gone We played...read more