The exhaust hangs blue on the avenue My shoes are damp with rain We got every vice here in paradise, and we're glad you came I tapped the hedges with my cane and shout And watch the silver pigeons flutter out There's no more beautiful sight Than New York by moonlight
On the Riverside Promenade The whip-poor-wills alighting A prostitute in pastel tights, through the shadows, striding In her hand is a single flower, more precious than the Eiffel Tower It's a terrifyingly eloquent world New York by moonlight
The sky is raining dust It's covered all of us It's whited out our eyes, erasing the world we once knew Burn my bones and scatter me From the Bowery to the Battery There's no place I'd rather be Than New York by moonlight
Well, the bellhop by The Ritz He's been there forever He gives his mustache a little twist as he pulls the levers At midnight, all his bitter tears Run down his cheeks, into his ears As he dreams of the vanishing years New York by moonlight New York by moonlightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
