Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New York, Paris, artist - Slowly Slowly. Date of issue: 24.07.2016
Song language: English
New York, Paris |
| Dry cicada shells |
| Move in the wind like you have bones |
| Walk on the road |
| Wait for the cars, don’t get hit |
| You sit and heal my hand |
| I know you’ve had trouble sleeping |
| Isn’t that always the way? |
| All my friends are the same |
| They sing, «What would I do for an ear or two?» |
| I’m alone in suburbia, alone just like you |
| While the back door’s swinging, no one wants to talk |
| So when the going gets tough, I dream of New York |
| I saw it on the TV, looks alright to me |
| I’m not alone |
| I know I’m not alone |
| I’m not alone |
| Dry cicada shell |
| Why did you stay home again? |
| You know they’re waiting for you |
| But I guess you were just waiting too |
| What would I do for a drink or two? |
| Something to drown out all the words I should use |
| While my right hand’s swinging into the back of your head |
| I knew at that moment, I should’ve stayed home in bed |
| But when the going gets tough, I don’t get embarrassed |
| I just close my dead eyes and I’ll dream of Paris |
| I saw it on the TV, looks alright to me |
| I’m not alone |
| I know I’m not alone |
| I’m not alone |
| The oldest of two, but the youngest at heart |
| You can trace my align in the black tire marks |
| Or out on the gutter where my head caved in |
| Or behind the tattoo shop, if you wanna hide your skin |
| I’m not ashamed, no, I’m not embarrassed |
| Well, some of us won’t make it to New York or Paris |
| I made my own here at home |
| Got it all wrong, stuck out in space |
| Watching the earth turn, like a disappointed face |
| There’s a boy in my bed, he keeps pointing at Hell |
| And I know that he means it, and you know as well |
| Me and you |
| If I can’t fix the world, I’ll fix you |
| If I can’t fix the world, I’ll fix you |