And I'm wandering the lower east side

Where all the streets have stories

My feet play the role of a folk singer

strummin' the streets like guitar strings

I had angels in my ears

singing my own memories back to me

as if I forgot.



These streets blend to one

Like the days of, the last few months. [x2]



Anywhere I knew you'd be

Inside the wallgreens, 22nd street

You still had sleep in your hair so I brushed it out

Using the same hand that connects the dots

To your beauty marks. Yea.



Like a consolation of stars

Using your body as the universe. [x2]



Now it's all coming back

Feeling as hard as a heart attack

Realize the beauty that you are

But I'll keep it wrapped inside my skin.



It's a sin that I can't touch your neck

and bring your lips to mine.

Right now you've lost your value

Losing faith, you're falling from

The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yea. [x2]



These streets blend to one

Like the days of, the last few months. [x2]



It's a sin that I can't touch your neck

and bring your lips to mine.

Right now you've lost your value

Losing faith, you're falling from

The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yea. [x2]