Faithless Lyrics

Album: Sunday 8 PM

Postcards Lyrics

[Dido] 

 My love has gone

 His boots no longer by my door

 He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go

 (Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad)

 

 [Maxi Jazz]

 New York, New York, temperature's droppin'

 The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til 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

 Send my love to everybody

 Please, send my love to everybody 

 (everybody everybody everybody...)

 Send my love to everybody 

 (everybody everybody everybody...)

 

 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 again

 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

 My 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

 I'm a get some rest, God bless

 

 [Dido] 

 My love has gone

 (wo wo)

 My love has gone 

 (has has has ...)

 (wo wo)

 

 [Maxi Jazz]

 We just stopped a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few lines

 I'm fine, sunshine, the bus driver's 

 reclinin' by the grass as the trucks pass

 Gleamin' with the flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen

 As for us, there's too much to relate

 We've done five gigs, yet we're only in our third state

 America's big, you'd love how they pile up your plate

 Only place in the world even I can gain weight

 Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware

 Open air, there's a rumor Melle Mel'll be there

 Anyway, all my love, God bless, I'm yawning

 I really miss watching you get dressed in the morning

 

 [Dido] 

 My love has gone

 (wo wo)

 My love has gone

 (wo wo)

 My love has gone

 No earthly ships will ever

 Bring him home