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