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
