Leaves in the rain, falling outside Taxi waited in the streetGave 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 flightYou and I were fighting sleep, beautiful wasted Promises we promised to keep, at least till we said goodbyeSometimes you're still mineBetween the lines of the Sunday New York TimesYou were the saint, I was the liar At least that's how I remember itLeft all our dreams, all our desiresOn the steps of your apartment The Brooklyn BridgeYour olive skin, framed in black and white I miss how simple love could beWhen you and I were fighting sleep, beautiful wasted Promises we promised to keep, at least till we said goodbyeSometimes you're still mineBetween the lines of the Sunday New York TimesRunning wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your armsRunning wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your armsRunning wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your armsRunning wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your armsRunning wild down St. Mark's Raw and breathless in your armsThanks for watching please subscribe and hit that like button....