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