I watch, and I wait in this city you call home

The men have reported these streets lead to lost souls

Took a picture with my eyes

And I'm frightened of girls in plastic heights

New Manhattan

Soul to you as Paradise

Two silhouettes drenched in red light

 

Anywhere we may roam

Boulevards far from home

Till our final scene

You've got the best of me



Standing in a golden frame

Looking out, but we won't change

Till our final scene

You've got the best of, got the best of me

 

Your eyes have a silence

Despite the commotion, we reigned over shadows

That we wished we were broken



Took my picture with my eyes

I'm your gold

And nothing could ever disguise

New Manhattan

Sold to me but I'll deny

I'm safe from harm by your side

 

Anywhere we may roam

Boulevards far from home

Till our final scene

You've got the best of me



Standing in a golden frame

Looking out, but we won't change

Till our final scene

You've got the best of, got the best of me

  

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