- cifra
I watch and I wait
In this city you call home
The men have reported
This street leads to lost souls
Took a picture with my eyes
And I'm frightened
Of girls in plastic heights
New manhattan
Sold to you is paradise
Two silhouettes drenched in red light
Anywhere we may roam
Boulevards far from home
'Till our final scene
You've got the best of me
Standing in a golden frame
Looking out, but we won't change
'Till our final scene
You've got the best of me
Your eyes have a silence
Despite the commotion
We reigned over the shadows
That wished we were broken
Took a picture with my eyes
I'm your golden
Nothing could ever disguise
New manhattan
Sold to me, but I'll deny
I'm safe from harm by your side
Anywhere we may roam
Boulevards far from home
'Till our final scene
You've got the best of me
Standing in a golden frame
Looking out, but we won't change
'Till our final scene
You've got the best of me
