I`ve been to New York City
And I walked the weakest roads.
Seen L.A. and its perfect salesman,
All dressed in holy robes.
And all that`s left to say,
Is spread throughout this town.
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
Then come on, baby.
And it`s in your face,
Can read it clearly now.
Looks like I`m lost at the foot or your cross.
So come on save me.
I`ve been to Chicago
And don`t think I haven`t crossed the seas
Seen Milan and its model fashion.
It brings me to my knees.
I think I`ve come undone.
And all that`s left to say,
Is spread throughout this town.
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
Then come on, baby.
And it`s in your face,
Can read it clearly now.
Looks like I`m lost at the foot or your cross.
So come on save me.
And all that`s left to say,
Is spread throughout this town.
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
Then come on, baby.
And it`s in your face,
Can read it clearly now.
Looks like I`m lost at the foot or your cross.
So come on save me.