And I`m wandering the lower east side
Where all the streets have stories
My feet play the role of a folk singer
strummin` the streets like guitar strings
I had angels in my ears
singing my own memories back to me
as if I forgot.
These streets blend to one
Like the days of, the last few months. [x2]
Anywhere I knew you`d be
Inside the wallgreens, 22nd street
You still had seed in your hair so I brushed it out
Using the same hand that connects the dots
To your beauty marks. Yea.
Like a consolation of sorts
Using your body as the universe. [x2]
Now it`s all coming back
Feeling as hard as a heart attack
Realize the beauty that you are
But I`ll keep it wrapped inside my skin.
It`s a sin that I can`t touch your neck
Or bring your lips to mine.
Right now you`ve lost your value
Losing faith, you`re falling from
The pedestal that I`ve held oh so high for you. Yea. [x2]
These streets blend to one
Like the days of, the last few months. [x2]
It`s a sin that I can`t touch your neck
Or bring your lips to mine.
Right now you`ve lost your value
Losing faith, you`re falling from
The pedestal that I`ve held oh so high for you. Yea. [x2]
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