She?s eating this disorder Starving herself. ?Cause she?s starving for attention Like it?s vital to her health And she cries Out in lights If anyone
번역: 그럼에도 불구하고. 시티에서 운다.
Where do we go from here? A moment. A feeling. Something thats real, I'm unclear The pages, I'm folding I'm holding the wheel and I'm drifting slowly
: She?s eating this disorder Starving herself. ?Cause she?s starving for attention Like it?s vital to her health And she cries Out in lights If anyone
and day out, Watch them scream, watch them shout, Through the silence, through the silence. Give them ears, give them eyes, Give some point to the cries
Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I ain'
Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I'm in
the violin cries I feel free from all sorrow Like the wind blows from the sky Takes me closer to heaven When the flute starts to fly And the violin cries
Beyond the boundaries of your city's lights Stand the heroes waiting for your cries So many times you did not bring this on yourself When the moment finally
coast From Boston clean down to Atlanta Georgia last week I tore down the east coast And from somewhere I hear do somethin' to help you do somethin'
, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness A baby cries hard in an apartment complex As I pass in a car buried under the influence The city's
left the alley Since Sally left with Big Pretty, things have got pretty thin It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in Jack Knife cries
sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity" And them downtown boys sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city
promised land You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is
New York New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I
from the hands of a replicant, Run the blade futuristic cities of the heaven sent I'm home melted chrome and twisted metal, Surrealist literature from
up must come down What goes down comes back around again Where it all began, began, began, began From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now, From Then Till
