Leaves in the rain, falling outside Taxi waited in the street
Gave you my keys, told you I'd try But we both knew better, didn't we?
I made my way to JFK in world record time Hoping I would miss the flight
You and I were fighting sleep, beautiful wasted Promises we promised to keep, at least till we said goodbye
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times
You were the saint, I was the liar At least that's how I remember it
Left all our dreams, all our desires
On the steps of your apartment The Brooklyn Bridge
Your olive skin, framed in black and white I miss how simple love could be
When you and I were fighting sleep, beautiful wasted Promises we promised to keep, at least till we said goodbye
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times
Running wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your arms
Running wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your arms
Running wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your arms
Running wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your arms
Running wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your arms
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