New Manhattan - Joy Crookes

I watch and I wait in this city you call home

The men have reported this street leads to lost souls

Took a picture with my eyes

And I’m frightened of girls in plastic heights

(New Manhattan)

Sold to you is paradise

Two silhouettes drenched in red light

Anywhere we may roam

Boulevards far from home

'Til our final scene, you’ve got the best of me

Standing in a golden frame

Looking out, but we won’t change

'Til our final scene, you’ve got the best of, got the best of me

Your eyes have a silence despite the commotion

We reigned over the shadows that wished we were broken

Took a picture with my eyes, I’m your golden

Nothing could ever disguise

(New Manhattan)

Sold to me, but I’ll deny I’m safe harm by your side

Anywhere we may roam

Boulevards far from home

'Til our final scene, you’ve got the best of me

Standing in a golden frame

Looking out, but we won’t change

'Til our final scene, you’ve got the best of, got the best of me