Clare Means New York Night
It was our last night at the Chelsea Hotel
Curtains pulled tight over thin glass doors
Sirens wail down below but we're locked up
On the fourth floor
All that's below is a spiral of paint
All that is above us is a spiral of sky
All that's between us is all that we're not
And we're giving it all to the New York night
So close your eyes, and hold on tight
And wrap yourself around the New York night
The fan creaks to the bodies below
Light seeps from under the door
The key is in the lock from the rush inside
To give it all to the New York night
So close your eyes, and hold on tight
And wrap yourself around the New York night
Sirens wail on 23rd
Drowning out our every word
But there is nothing left to say
It's better off this way
So close your eyes, and hold on tight
And wrap yourself around the New York night
