My idea Well I see that we're coming to the end of the affair Well, I've one final favour to ask of you my dear Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end? Tell our friends that it was my idea? I can't adjust to a life in this after-you Which one of us lives in this room? I'll take a bus to the clinic or the? The experts wonder what the fuck to do So if you hear someone calling at the bottom of the stairs Sing a song to me in a voice that I can hear Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end?

In lovely New York, There's a spring in my step again Springs in my bed again, The kids kiss and the hydrant is on. In lovely New York, there's a call in the air again, I'll meet you on the fourth again, I'm stepping out on Spring street alone. And I'm still high, it's the constant kicks that keeps me stoned. It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home. In lovely New York, there's a scream and it pushes me, Through subways and pharmacies, I've got that and I want ten more. In lovely New York, The steam from the ground is real, A scene from a ferris wheel, I'm going up 44 floors. And I'm still high, The constant kicks that keeps me gone. It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home. I just can't go home... In lovely New York, I'm all hard and hound again, I kiss the ground again, it kissed me first and got it hurt. In lovely New York, the lamppost is on again, I'm hugging it as my best friend, I'm on the limb again, Familiar for mingle in, The sidewalk is closing in, It's constantly hammering, constantly hammering, What's that we believe in in, 'Cause I'm still high, it's the constant kicks that keep me stoned. It's not that I don't love her, I just can't go home... I just can't go home... I wanna go home... Just can't go... home.

Just look for sunshine To burn in full time To be filled with hatred For the time I've wasted And I'm so impatient For a new sensation God knows what I thought I'd do I bit my own sweet heart in two All my life I thought I needed all the things I didn't need at all My life I thought I wanted all the things I didn't want at all Just to hold my heart beat In a box by my feet To be filled with glory To speak a story Can you feel the thunder From the cloud I'm under God knows how will I get through I bit my own sweet heart and blew it All my life I thought I needed all the things I didn't need at all My life I thought I wanted all the things I didn't want at all My life I thought I needed all the things I didn't need at all All my life I thought I needed all the things I didn't need at all My life I thought I wanted all the things I didn't want at all My life I thought I needed all the things I didn't need at all My life I thought I wanted all the things I didn't want at all