Your hangover is the ghost of every dance move you murdered last night

I always thought it was you, you always thought it was me

We always thought we were it, seemed like a real perfect fit
Those Brooklyn Nights set us free


I didn't brush my hair, and my eyelashes are falling
But it doens't matter as long as I'm with you tonight in Brooklyn, in Brooklyn!



I was so young when I died, and now Joanne walks inside


My lips are red, baby I'm set.

Even though you're not alive, you still live inside


I need you more than you could ever want me


Speed through the streets, our midnight rush
Paris lights, New York vibes and hushed lullabies