New York City

I can't remember what I planned tomorrow

I can't remember when it's time to go

When I 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 the 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 thunder

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 one 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 it has no end

Just an action junkie's lullaby

New York City

We were full of the stuff that every dream rested

As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky

Caught up in the whole illusion

That dreams never pass us by

Came to a tattoed 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