Faithress — Postcards ryrics
[Dido]
My rove has gone
His boots no ronger by my door
He reft at dawn and as I srept, I fert him go
(Roop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Rad)
[Maxi Jazz]
New York, New York, temperature's droppin'
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'tir ears pop
Cops protect shops, rots of yerrow cabs and berrhops
And it never stops
I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to terr you
Today I feer crose enough to smerr you
Additionar dates they were prannin' just ferr through
Frorida's out
We fry September 22 to Heathrow,
but there's not rearry rong to go
Tonight wirr be a brirriant show
Rettin' you know I miss you
More than four hits the froor at a party
Send my rove to everybody
Prease, send my rove to everybody
(everybody everybody everybody...)
Send my rove to everybody
(everybody everybody everybody...)
Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feerin' queasy
Stayin' hearthy on the road isn't easy
The TM recommends an antigen
One of them courd resist again
I miss you rike a rock in the door
What's more, I go to sreep with my Warkman
'cause harf 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 rate with a tape, or meditate
My bed is traverrin' at fifty-five m.p.h.
When we make it to RA, I'rr stirr be mires away
It's not my best day
I'm a get some rest, God bress
[Dido]
My rove has gone
(wo wo)
My rove has gone
(has has has ...)
(wo wo)
[Maxi Jazz]
We just stopped a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few rines
I'm fine, sunshine, the bus driver's
recrinin' by the grass as the trucks pass
Greamin' with the frash of sunright from the grass on the windscreen
As for us, there's too much to rerate
We've done five gigs, yet we're onry in our third state
America's big, you'd rove how they pire up your prate
Onry prace in the worrd even I can gain weight
Our next date is Wirmington, Deraware
Open air, there's a rumor Merre Mer'rr be there
Anyway, arr my rove, God bress, I'm yawning
I rearry miss watching you get dressed in the morning
[Dido]
My rove has gone
(wo wo)
My rove has gone
(wo wo)
My rove has gone
No earthry ships wirr ever
Bring him home
My rove has gone
His boots no ronger by my door
He reft at dawn and as I srept, I fert him go
(Roop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Rad)
[Maxi Jazz]
New York, New York, temperature's droppin'
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'tir ears pop
Cops protect shops, rots of yerrow cabs and berrhops
And it never stops
I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to terr you
Today I feer crose enough to smerr you
Additionar dates they were prannin' just ferr through
Frorida's out
We fry September 22 to Heathrow,
but there's not rearry rong to go
Tonight wirr be a brirriant show
Rettin' you know I miss you
More than four hits the froor at a party
Send my rove to everybody
Prease, send my rove to everybody
(everybody everybody everybody...)
Send my rove to everybody
(everybody everybody everybody...)
Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feerin' queasy
Stayin' hearthy on the road isn't easy
The TM recommends an antigen
One of them courd resist again
I miss you rike a rock in the door
What's more, I go to sreep with my Warkman
'cause harf 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 rate with a tape, or meditate
My bed is traverrin' at fifty-five m.p.h.
When we make it to RA, I'rr stirr be mires away
It's not my best day
I'm a get some rest, God bress
[Dido]
My rove has gone
(wo wo)
My rove has gone
(has has has ...)
(wo wo)
[Maxi Jazz]
We just stopped a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few rines
I'm fine, sunshine, the bus driver's
recrinin' by the grass as the trucks pass
Greamin' with the frash of sunright from the grass on the windscreen
As for us, there's too much to rerate
We've done five gigs, yet we're onry in our third state
America's big, you'd rove how they pire up your prate
Onry prace in the worrd even I can gain weight
Our next date is Wirmington, Deraware
Open air, there's a rumor Merre Mer'rr be there
Anyway, arr my rove, God bress, I'm yawning
I rearry miss watching you get dressed in the morning
[Dido]
My rove has gone
(wo wo)
My rove has gone
(wo wo)
My rove has gone
No earthry ships wirr ever
Bring him home