Postcards (Rewritten Mix)

By Faithless

On Saturday 3PM

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Oh, darlin', I miss you

And, boy, is it hard

The thought of you leavin'

Is breakin' my heart

New York, New York

Temperature's droppin'

The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' till ears pop

Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops

And it never stops

I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you

Today I feel close enough to smell you

Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through

Florida's out

We fly September 22 to Heathrow

But there's not really long to go

Tonight will be a brilliant show

Lettin' you know I miss you

More than four hits the floor at a party

Oh, darlin', I miss you

And, boy, is it hard

The thought of you leavin'

Is breakin' my heart

Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin' queasy

Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy

The TM recommends an antigen

One of them could resist takin' a piss

I miss you like a lock in the door

What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman

'Cause half the crew snored

Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great

But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state

So I stay up late with a tape, or meditate

Out bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h

When we make it to LA, I'll still be miles away

It's not my best day

Oh, darling, I miss you

And boy is it hard

The thought of you leavin'

Is breakin' my heart

If these walls can't hold you

My house will be dark

If these walls can't hold you

My house will be dark

Oh, darling, I miss you

My house will be dark

Oh, darling, without you

My house will be dark

Oh, darling, I miss you