New York Time

When I had nothing to say You were a time and a place Inside my head Then something you said Whilst reading the lines on my palm Pianos bar Tarot cards Walking for 45's fine I'm stuck on a New York tIme Can I find Can I find Can I find Can I find Ways to cry Ways to cry Ways to cry Ways to cry Cus all that shits changed But your ghost stills remains Sharp as the taste of the wine Dragging me back to New York time TIme Trying too hard to exist I rewrite the summers we missed Inside my head And 60 percent Of the time I still try to pretend That I'm falling asleep in your bed You're the reason why I'm stuck on a New York time Can I find Can I find Can I find Can I find Ways to cry Ways to cry Ways to cry Ways to cry Cus all that shits changed But your ghost stills remains Sharp as the taste of the wine Dragging me back to New York time TIme Dragging me back to New York time Time Can I find Can I find Can I find Can I find Ways to cry Ways to cry Ways to cry Ways to cry Cus all that shits changed But your ghost stills remains Sharp as the taste of the wine Dragging me back to New York time Time Dragging me back to New York time Time