Sometimes when I'm singing you draw pictures on the walls
And I wonder then if how I'm feeling makes sense to you at all
I show tunes to you I've written, and you cover them in paint,
They're better now, grey and smudged,
And dirty like your face.
I swung you to the city and you wished that it was new,
So you could write an art house film and I could make my debut.
All I am asking of you now, is just to take me back in time,
To the nights above the city when you asked if you were mine.
And I'd drive with you all morning down the streets and avenues,
And we'll sit among the gravestones and I'll try and break the news,
That I'm happier with you that I will ever be again,
But I'll give up before I'm done and we can dance in the rain.
I swung you to the city and you wished that it was new,
So you could write an art house film and I could make my debut.
All I am asking of you now, is just to take me back in time,
To the nights above the city when you asked if you were mine.
I would give everything I have to tell you everything I want,
But there's too much I have to tell you, too much that I forgot,
I wonder now if all this time, will linger in my mind,
Beyond the days we spend so vacantly when this is left behind.
I won't regret the taste of you or how your head feels on my chest,
I'll never spill a single secret, or a sin that you confessed
And and I won't cry when this is over,
When it's time to say goodbye,
I wont cry
I won't cry.
I swung you to the city and you wished that it was new,
So you could write an art house film and I could make my debut.
All I am asking of you now, is just to take me back in time,
To the nights above the city when you swore that you were mine.
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