Can you hear them? The helicopters? I'm in New York No need for words now We sit in silence You look me In the eye directly You met me I think it's Wednesday The evening The mess we're in and The city sun set over me
Night and day I dream of Making-love To you now baby Love-making On-screen Impossible dream And I have seen The sunrise Over the river The freeway Reminding Of this mess we're in and The city sun set over me
What were you wanting? I just want to say Don't ever change now baby And thank you I don't think we will meet again And you must leave now Before the sunrise Above skyscrapers The sin and This mess we're in and The city sun set over me
cara-de-sonsa listens to P.J. Harvey and Thom Yorke: This mess we're in
