The City

We talk about going to New York

Where I can eat a pretzel that's bigger than my face

You'd write poems on the plane

About the church and being gay

I love everything you say

Hanging off your arm, tight chest through turbulence

Say that you'll stay up

Dream that I'm a plastic, soft skin mannequin

Just till we touch down

You said you loved me in the city

A weekday never felt so pretty

Anywhere feels like everywhere even if we're both worn out

I knew I loved her in the city

We'd watch the street performer

Singing Sinéad O'Connor

We look up, and feel so small

Call your sister, tell her that you thought of her in the museum

Tired on the subway

Long day fever

You said you loved me in the city

A weekday never felt so pretty

Anywhere feels like everywhere even if we're both worn out

I knew I loved her in the city

In the city, where we're living

You tell me it's alright

In the city, where we're living

In the city

You said you loved me in the city

A weekday never felt so pretty

Anywhere feels like everywhere even if we're both worn out

I knew I loved her in the city

In the city, the city

In the city, the city

The city