Leftovers Songtext
von PS I Love You & Diamond Rings

Send another postcard to my address
Tell me where you′ve been and where you're going next
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Don′t leave out the details, cover some ground
Tell me what you're up to when I'm not around
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Talk about the weather, talk about love
Talk about whatever you′ve been thinking of
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

I′ve got your number and I know that you've got mine
Ten digits scrawled upon your skin
And if you call I will be waiting on the line
Ready to come over
I′ll be leftover
Ready to come over
I'll be leftover

Fumbling for quarters, nickels, and dimes
Trying not to make change at the best of times
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)


Swearing off the work week, 9-to-5ers
Livin′ like a black cat born with extra lives
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Though it might not work according to plan
Nothings' gonna stop us because nothing can
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

I′ve got your number and I know that you've got mine
Ten digits scrawled upon your skin
And if you call I will be waiting on the line
Ready to come over
I'll be leftover
Ready to come over
I′ll be leftover

Baby don′t stop, never ever give up
Even in the pitch dark
If you know your own heart
I believe you will start
Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up


Baby don't stop, never ever give up
Even in the pitch dark
If you know your own heart
I believe you will start
Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up

Baby don′t stop, never ever give up
Even in the pitch dark
If you know your own heart
I believe you will start
Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up

Baby don't stop, never ever give up
Even in the pitch dark
If you know your own heart
I believe you will start
Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up