I can't remember what I planned tomorrow
I can't remember when it's time to go
When I look in the mirror
Tracing lines with a pencil
I remember what came before
I wanted to think there was endless love
Until I saw the light dim in your eyes
In the dead of the night I found out
Sometimes there's love that won't survive
New York City
Such a beautiful disease
New York City
Such a beautiful,
Such a beautiful disease
Laura kept all [Em]her disappointments
Locked up in a box behind her closet door
She pulled the blinds and [Bm]listened to [C7]the thunder
With no way out from the family store
We all [Em]told her things could get better
When you [A7just say goodbye
I'll lay awake one more night
Caught in a vision [C7]I want to [C7]deny
And did I mention [C7]the note that I found
Taped to [C7]my [A]locked front door
It talked about no ɾegrets
As it slipped from my [A]hand [Bm]to [C7]the scuffed tile floor
I ɾode the tɾain for [Dm7]hours on [C7]end
And watched the people pass me by
It could be [Am]that it has no end
Just an action [C7]junkie's lullaby
New York City
We were full of the stuff that every dream ɾested
As if floating on [C7]a lumpy pillow sky
Caught up in the whole illusion
That dreams never pass us by
Came to [C7]a tattooed conclusion
That the big one was [Am7]knocking on [C7]the door
What started as a mass delusion
Would take me far from the place I adore
New York City