Red Brick on 17th West Street
It's hard to close your eyes at night,
with moving walls filled with light
It's hard to close your eyes these nights,
when your head's spinning from dizzy heights
It's hard to close your eyes at night,
when steel and glass are darkening your sight
It's hard to close your eyes at night,
when snowflakes paint Manhattan in white
You're drawn up high, as you outgrow your fears
Breathing deep, healthy dreams, mending hope
Cold wind blows,
frozen thoughts,
the warmth of a song
Cold wind blows,
lost my way, I could walk all night
Writer/s: Salome Moana
