Coney Island

well the Empire State is gleaming

and it's a perfect Friday night

hold me down

'cause I am feeling high as a kite

'cause I'm not living for the landing

tonight I'm living for the flight

don't wanna capture this moment

i just wanna let it go

'cause in a world so full of troubles

i think we've seen enough

and they'll still be here tomorrow

when the sun comes up

in a cab that crosses Brooklyn

i'll be your stolen pirate-bride

and i still feel like i am falling

when i look in your eyes

and in the dunes at Coney Island

will you kiss me on the lips like it was the first time

and i will pretend to resist

'cause in a world so full of troubles

i think that we've seen enough

and they'll still be here tomorrow

when the sun comes up

so will you hold me until we crumble

under a dying august moon

buy me an old-fashioned rootbeer

'cause one day the old world will lose

and we'll go dancing on the levy

with the sun beneath our feet

'cause time passes with such violence

we're just heart beats on a sea

'cause in a world so full of troubles

i think that we've seen enough

and they'll still be here tomorrow

when the sun comes up