Artist: feeling left out
Song: my first heart attack
And I'm wandering the lower east side
Where all the streets have stories
My feet play the role of a folk singer
strummin' the streets like guitar strings
I had angels in my ears
singing my own memories back to me
as if I forgot.
These streets blend to one
Like the days of, the last few months. [x2]
Anywhere I knew you'd be
Inside the wallgreens, 22nd street
You still had sleep in your hair so I brushed it out
Using the same hand that connects the dots
To your beauty marks. Yea.
Like a consolation of stars
Using your body as the universe. [x2]
Now it's all coming back
Feeling as hard as a heart attack
Realize the beauty that you are
But I'll keep it wrapped inside my skin.
It's a sin that I can't touch your neck
and bring your lips to mine.
Right now you've lost your value
Losing faith, you're falling from
The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yea. [x2]
These streets blend to one
Like the days of, the last few months. [x2]
It's a sin that I can't touch your neck
and bring your lips to mine.
Right now you've lost your value
Losing faith, you're falling from
The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yea. [x2]
