i can t remember what
i planned tomorrow
i can t remember when
it s time to go
when look in the mirror
tracing lines with a pencil
i remember what came before
i wanted to think there
was endless love
until i saw the light dim in your eyes
in the dead of night i found out
sometimes there s love
that won t survive
new york city
such a beautiful disease
new york city
such a beautiful
such a beautiful disease
laura kept all her disappointments
locked up in a box behind
her closet door
she pulled the blinds and listened
to the thumder
with no way out from
the family store
we all told her things could
get better
when you just say goodbye
i ll lay awake on more night
caught in a vision i want to deny
and did i mention the note
that i found
taped to my locked front door
it talked about no regrets
as it slipped from my hand to
the scuffed tile floor
i rode the train for hours on end
and watched the people
pass me by
it could be that i has no end
just an action junkie s lullaby
new york city
we were full of the stuff that
every dream rested
as it floating on a lumpy
pillow sky
caught up in the whole illusion
that dreams never pass us by
came to a tattooed conclusion
that the big one was knocking
on the door
what started as a mass delusion
would take me far from the place i adore
new york city