Wow. Open your eyes. You could be happy, and make this go on forever. One night is not enough in NYC. Set down your glass, and please just take these photos from my hands. It's beginning to get to me. Ask me how I am. Making enemies? Black and blue? On/off? Grazed knees? Tiny little fractures? Give me strength. Somewhere a clock is ticking, and it's the only noise.
Run. Steal. Make up. When it's all over we still have to clear up whatever's left in my arms. The last shot ringing in my ears is half the fun. Cartwheels are downhill from here. Absolute gravity. What if this storm ends?
You're all I have. You could be happy, and make this go on forever...or I could stay away forever. I was never gonna fall in love again if I'd found the right words to say. Same? The planets bend between us in this warmer climate. We can run away now they're all dead and gone, so if there's a rocket tie me to it.
We're chasing cars and headlights on dark roads while being chased by....I don't know what. Lifeboats? Engines? Spitting games? A disaster button? Just look at the finish line.
Favourite friend/velocity girl/perfect little secret: batten down the hatch, crack the shutters, and take back the city. There's chocolate and dark Roman wine on the golden floor. Make love to me forever under firelight. When you're right, you're right.
So: shut your eyes, with hands open, crazy in love, and just say yes.
