I'm Park Avenue,
there's light that shines once every year
And when the cold season rides by,
I can't but feel empty to the grim
I'm Park Avenue,
there's light that shines once every year
And when the cold season rides by,
I can't but feel empty to the grim
Now,
fingertips at each side,
and winds run through the night
Just hold me your hand,
and behind the fields of scratch
Memories of old Christmas leaves found by you and me
Picturesque scenes of the trees I see,
covered in cuts of your eyes
Who are you for the voice that
soothed harsh winter with a recall?
I'm Park Avenue,
there's light that shines once every year
And when the cold season rides by,
I can't but feel empty to the grim
Now,
fingertips at each side,
and winds run through the night
Won't you just let me hold your hand,
and behind the fields of scratch