NY Nights
When my high top sneakers hit the ground
On the run from Heaven's hand me downs
I want to see your face
When I fall from grace
Hold me close in the New York night
A holy ghost or a Satellite
Promise me it will be OK
Your mother dreamed of a better day
Storefront gypsies layin Tarot cards
On my TV they're still playong God
I'm sick of politicks
I need another kiss
Hold me close in the New York night
A holy ghost or a Satellite
Promise me it will be OK
Your mother dreamed of a better day
If you ever changed your mind
I'd feel a lot better
Looking for the perfect crime
Giving up, never baby no
From the desert to this love stained town
I still find comfort in the underground
It's written in my soul
It's unconditional baby
Hold me close in the New York night
A holy ghost or a Satellite
Promise me it will be OK
Your mother dreamed of a better day
Hold me close in the New York night
A holy ghost or a Satellite
Promise me it will be OK
When we touch down at JFK
