Album: Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea

This Mess Were In

Can you hear them?
The helicopters?
I’m in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me
In the eye directly
You met me
I think it’s Wednesday
The evening
The mess we’re in and

The city sun sets over me

Night and day
I dream of
Making love
To you now baby
Love-making
On-screen
Impossible dream
And I have seen
The sunrise
Over the river
The freeway
Reminding
Of this mess we’re in and

The city sun sets over me

What were you wanting?
I just want to say
Don’t ever change now baby
And thank you
I don’t think we’ll ever meet again
And you must leave now
Before the sunrise
Above skyscrapers
The sin and
The mess we’re in and

The city sun sets over me