The screaming of a kettle sure sounds like the breaks on the subway
And the harder I try to get her off my mind the closer she stays
Watching snow covered pines as they slow down the time, all the minuets can feel like they're days
And the city at dusk, like the memories of us is a fire that's starting to fade
Sometimes I wonder
Will I ever go back to Brooklyn
Will I ever get to say goodbyе
I know I could but I probably shouldn't
She told me I should give it timе
To let it all blow over
But, would it matter anyway?
If I ever go back to Brooklyn
It won't ever be the same
It won't ever be the same
The light under the crawl space buzzing like the sounds of Broadway
Finding black and white photos of us looking like we took them just yesterday
In the cracks of the boards, see the sun coming forth forth a promise that we'll be ok
But its hard to believe waking up from a dream to a future that's drifting away
Sometimes I wonder
Will I ever go back to Brooklyn
Will I ever get to say goodbye
I know I could but I probably shouldn't
She told me I should give it time
To let it all blow over
But, would it matter anyway?
If I ever go back to Brooklyn
It won't ever be the same
So many bridges on this map
But, no road that leads to what we had
So, tell me how...
Will I ever go back to Brooklyn
Will I ever get to say goodbye? Goodbye...
She told me I should give it time
To let it all blow over
But, would it matter anyway?
If I ever go back to Brooklyn
It won't ever be the same
It won't ever be the same
