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Written on the roof of Beth Israel Congregation Oct 5th 2009 for Paige
lyrics
When I heard you on the phone last night, you sounded pretty grim.
Somewhere through the looking glass, a foe perhaps a friend
was crying like an animal to let his body in, then the ending was as worse as the way that things began.
Trouble shoots its arrows and you call it cupid's flare
but your heart was broke to pieces as the walls began to glare, now you're headed to the earth like a shooting star to maim , watch the dreams you hold so close as they all go up in flames.
Yes, they all go up in flames.
Chorus:
Night falls the city sleeps, I lie there counting her streets. Oh Lord, my soul to keep, I lie there wondering just counting her streets, I lie in your bed just counting your streets.
Clean and so pristine you beat the carpet of it's dust, pericardium decaying as your heart it turns to rust. City lights approaching from the north you see the sky as the asphalt forest lines the night, it hears your distant cry, it hears your distant cry.
Night falls the city sleeps, I lie there counting her streets, oh Lord, my soul to keep, I lie there wondering just counting your streets, I lie in her bed just counting her streets.
Anonymous autonomous put forth to shake your hand as you buy the lie to save your eye in a world of sinking sand. Knockabout upon Delancey till the morning has arrived, trade your marbles for the warble when the daylight meets your sigh. When the daylight meets your sigh.
Night falls the city sleeps. I lie there counting her streets. Oh Lord, my soul to keep. I lie there wondering just counting her streets, I lie in your bed just counting your streets. I lie in your bed just counting your streets.
credits
from
City Of New York,
released November 2, 2014
Guitar & Vocals by Jesse Cohen
Lead guitar by Matt Hope
Engineered by Adam Lau
Mixed by Jesse Cohen
Mastered by John A. john Nziramasanga
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