Orla Gartland - Postcards

^DThis guy could save the world with both ^Ghands behind his back ^BmAnd still emerge with ten times the ^Bm/Gcourage that others lack ^DI'm sick of wallowing here in my ^Gown self pity ^BmFeet in the countryside, ^Bm/Ghead in the city

^DTall buildings, bright^G lights, bright cars, ^BmBut more importantly more ^Bm/Gimportantly that's where you are ^DI'll send you postcards ^Gfrom my head, ^BmThinking bout you while my ^Bm/Gcheeks go red

^EmYou're not a ghost but you ^A7feel like one right now ^EmBut you can haunt me if you ^A7like

^DI need some ^Ahelp to comp^Emlete this ^Gtask, ^DWant you here ^Abeside me is that ^Emtoo much to ^Gask? ^DI'm haunted ^Ahere, I'm haunted ^Emhere, without you ^Gdear, ^DI'll tell you ^Athis as I ^Emwhisper in your ^Gear and say, ^Gm

^DSomeone once said, that a ^Gstory once told ^BmThat these streets, these streets are ^Bm/Gpaved with gold ^DBut unless you're standing on them, or ^Gsitting on your thrown ^BmThey mean nothing to me, nothing to me, ^Bm/Gnothing but stone

^DMaybe you'll never know just ^Ghow I feel, ^BmMaybe you'll never know maybe ^Bm/Gthat's the appeal ^DBut walls look weird without you ^Gsitting on top ^BmI never meant to start and ^Bm/Gnow I can't stop

^EmYou're not a ghost but you ^A7feel like one right now ^EmBut you can haunt me if you ^A7like

^DI need some ^Ahelp to comp^Emlete this ^Gtask, ^DWant you here ^Abeside me is that ^Emtoo much to ^Gask? ^DI'm haunted ^Ahere, I'm haunted ^Emhere, without you ^Gdear, ^DI'll tell you ^Athis as I ^Emwhisper in your ^Gear and say, ^Gm

^AIf you always go slow than you'll ^Gprobably never fall ^Abut if you never go fast than you'll ^Gnever feel tall ^AIf you always go slow than you'll probably ^Gnever get hurt, ^Abut if you never go fast you'll never ^Gfeel on top of the world x2

^EmYou're not a ghost ^{A7 Em}But you can haunt me if you ^A7like

^DI need some ^Ahelp to comp^Emlete this ^Gtask, ^DWant you here ^Abeside me is that ^Emtoo much to ^Gask? ^DI'm haunted ^Ahere, I'm haunted ^Emhere, without you ^Gdear, ^DI'll tell you ^Athis as I ^Emwhisper in your ^Gear and say, ^Gm

^DThis sounds like a love song ^Gbut its not, ^BmCause in the end, the ^Bm/Ggirl gets caught ^DAnd will they be together ^Gin the end ^BmWell I wish I could tell you ^Bm/Gthat my friend