New York 1955
You can’t trust me
Trees in the city
Don’t appeal to me anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
The subway is always so slow
In the twilight hours
In the twilight
I always walked myself
From your place home
The subway is always so slow
In the twilight hours
In the twilight
Is not my bed
Is not my bed
Is not my bed
Is not my bed
