New York Morning Lyrics

The first to pour a simple truth in words

Binds the world in a feeling all familiar

'Cause everybody owns the great's ideas

And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Until it opened out into new york

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

And all giddy yak everyone saw

It's the modern road that (?)

Every bone of rivet steel, each corner stone and ankle

(?)

Every painting lining buttered building in this town

Sings a life of proud and (?) the best a man can be

Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices

(?) carrying their fingers to the north

Reaching down into the ground, stretching up into the sky

Why? because they can, they didn't do so you and I could live together

Oh my god, new york, you talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great's ideas

And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my god, new york, you talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great's ideas

And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The desire to part sure symphony

The desire like a distant storm

For love because for me

It feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my god, new york, you talk

Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers

Everybody owns the great's ideas

And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The way the day begins

Decides the shade of everything

But the way it ends depends on if you're whole

For every soul, a pillow out the window, pl ease

In a modern room, where(?)