Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday New York Times, artist - Matt Nathanson.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
Sunday New York Times |
Leaves and 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 'til 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 'til we said goodbye. |
Sometimes you’re still mine |
Between the lines of the Sunday New York times |
Running wild down St. Marks, |
Raw and breathless in your arms. |
Jumping trains to the park, |
When the world was ours. |
When you and I were fighting sleep. |
Under the blankets promises we promised to keep, |
At least 'til we said goodbye. |
Sometimes you’re still mine |
Between the lines of the Sunday New York times |