New York - Daniel Johns

Monsters waltz on fragile shelves

Only the shallow truly know themselves

Do you really need all these faces?

When we can have fun in dangerous places

You see me, but you don’t know me

Drive steel pins through my heart

How will this one end and will it ever start?

Youth is so divine and such a waste

It goes on and on when all we need’s a taste

New York, New York

Don’t call me your lover

New York, New York

We are under cover

New York, New York

Been waiting for hours

New York, New York

Been sending no flowers

What doesn’t kill us just makes us stronger

We don’t need to hide any longer

What doesn’t kill us just makes us stronger

New York, New York

Don’t call me your lover

New York, New York

We are under cover

New York, New York

Been waiting for hours

New York, New York

Been sending no flowers

I’m comin' my lover

I got this feelin' inside of me

I’m comin' my lover

I got this feelin' inside of me

I’m comin' my lover

I got this feelin' inside of me

I’m comin' my lover