It's more than sitting still But less than something real And the nights just seem to bleed to one and go on and on You try to catch the feel That used to be so real You swear it's five o'clock But the time is scarce and you're getting there When you talk about that bullshit that you saw just yesterday It's becoming a habit You're all drunk and a bit funny And you try to find that moment Hope tonight won't be the same But there's no sense in looking There's no love in Brooklyn Long walks and city trains Short talks, forgetting names Some stories stay the same Knowing all the lines when you turn the page It's late so what's the use In trying to amuse Hope you're not being rude When it's time to go you don't let them know When you talk about that bullshit that you saw just yesterday It's becoming a habit You're all drunk and a bit funny And you try to find that moment Hope tonight won't be the same But there's no sense in looking There's no love in Brooklyn Tell me why you live your life so typical When you recognize the truth that's critical If you're not content do more than complain And make a change If you're not content do more than complain And make a change