Joy Crookes New Manhattan
I watch, and I wait in this city you call home
The men have reported these streets lead to lost souls
Took a picture with my eyes
And I'm frightened of girls in plastic heights
New Manhattan
Soul to you as 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, got the best of me
Your eyes have a silence
Despite the commotion, we reigned over shadows
That we wished we were broken
Took my picture with my eyes
I'm your gold
And 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, got the best of me
Ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh oh oh
