I saw Karen O live
In a basement in Brooklyn
Had a dream that night
That you came back to me
My father called three times
I stayed up all night
Walked across the bridge
Saw the city come down
Watched you fade into it
I saw a fine young man
In a two-thousand-dollar suit
Do his best Bob Dylan
For a crowded room
I saw Karen O live
In a basement in Brooklyn
Had a dream that night
How it should've been
My father called three times
But my mailbox is full of his messages
Though I doubt he knows it
And I don't want to leave Manhattan
So I climb the stairs
To get to your apartment
And I don't want to leave Manhattan
So I climb the stairs
To get to your apartment
To get to your apartment
I don't want to leave Manhattan
So I climb the stairs
To get to your apartment
To get to your apartment
