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 'Till our final scene You've got the best of me
Standing in a golden frame Looking out, but we won't change 'Till our final scene You've 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 from harm by your side
Anywhere we may roam Boulevards far from home 'Till our final scene You've got the best of me
Standing in a golden frame Looking out, but we won't change 'Till our final scene You've got the best of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
