New York, Paris

(albüm: Chamomile - 2016)

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