Central Park

First few horns and the squeak of brakes

Knock on the door and the city wakes

But you, you're still sleeping

And you, you're in love

Painting a pretty picture

How I wish, more of this were drew

But you, you're in London

And you, you're still in love

Fuck this, I'm a go out walking

Rent a bike and make a few laps in Central Park in the dark

Love is just a memory

Love along the shadow in my heart, in my heart

This is where you'll stay, while I'm at the Hudson

I'd like to see my name above the door

It says we, we're still in Brooklyn

And we, we're never in but you're always welcome

If you run out of dough you know