Brooklyn

High above the city street, miles below all the secrets she keeps
With a mighty, mighty, mighty pen in my hand
To catch the words falling from my mind
I'll take my time, going to bide what's mine

I'm tracing the city skyline, from this rooftop in Brooklyn
I'm staying up late to make a dream come true
It's a slender tread that brought me here, to share my dreams with you
From this roof top in Brooklyn

She watches me sleep wont make me weep
Caught up in a rat race, I'm not trying to win just hold my steady pace
Cant make her stop, I'll give it all I've got
I'm going to get back every drop

Within earshot of the J line
By the East River I see your lights on that midnight mirror
Those early mornings made my bones shiver



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Walters
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