| 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 |