Текст песни Postcard From An Airport

Rain in New York now Laugh in London town Fuck it all, fuck it all, fuck it all When you are gone Yeah, I brought no shots Of those beauty spots And whenever I roam I feel I must go home Fuck it all, fuck it all, fuck it all, fuck it all When you are gone I feel like I'm asleep, I'm lost a bit Disolved in mist Yeah, I have no more fun When I'm in this strange state of mind State of mind See, I've recall that here am I Sitting all alone, all alone You're all gone