I was never trying to forget you

I was just hoping for a ride

I would take you out of the city

And the darkness of tonight

And by the morning we would be gone

And we would be beautiful and young

I was always thinking of your weekdays

I was thinking how to get along

And now I ́m using these lines for a major song

But don ́t get me wrong

Because tomorrow we could be gone

We could be beautiful and young

Then Rosie wrote a letter

She knew it from the start

The heart is not a fairground

When the love is torn apart

If you come to Brooklyn

Meet me on the street

Can you feel my heartbeat

Can you feel my heartbeat

I will never rip up all your writings

I got them in the pocket of my pants

And I truly believe in the day

Every little blame has slipped away

And in the nighttime I will remember

We could have been beautiful

We could have been young

Then Rosie wrote a letter

She knew it from the start

The heart is not a fairground

When the love is torn apart

If you come to Brooklyn

Meet me on the street

Can you feel my heartbeat

Can you feel my heartbeat

I ́m rolling ́round the shotgun basement

Looking for a job

You ́re ́rolling round the shotgun basement Looking for your drugs

Can you feel my heartbeat

Can you feel my heartbeat

Can you feel my heartbeat

Can you feel my heartbeat