Faithless - Postcards lyrics

New York, New York temperature`s droppin`

The band`s out shoppin` not stoppin` till ears pop

cops protect shops, lotsa yellow cabs and bell hops

An` it never stops

I`m waiting to do an interview, so much to tell you

Today i feel close enough to smell you

Additional date they were planning just fell through

Florida`s out, we fly September 22 to Heathrow

So 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

Honey I`m writing from DC, feelin` quasy

Stayin` healthy on the road isn`t easy

The T.M. Recommend Sanatogen

Not one of them could resist takin` the piss

I miss you like a lock on the door what`s more

I go to sleep with my Walkman `cos half the crew snore

Don;t mean to be a bore, everybody`s been great

But there`s fifteen of us on a bus state to state

So I stay up late with a tape or meditate

By bed is travellin` at 55 mph

When we make it to L.A. I`ll still be miles away

It`s not my best day I`m gonna get some rest

God Bless

We just stopped at a diner so I`m takin` time

To write a few lines. I`m fine, sun`s hinin`

Bus driver`s reclinin` on the grass aas the truck`s pass

Gleamin` with a flash of sunlight from the glass

On the windscreen. As for us there`s too much to relate

W`ve done five gigs but 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 could gain weight

Our next day is Wilmiginton, Delaware, open air

There`s a rumour Melle Mel`ll be there

Anyway, All the best, God bless I`m yawning

I really miss watchin` you get dressed in the morning