Nine

Closing the chords
To a bright white New York
We know it takes long
To make a decision

Up in a plane
He's up in the sky
He's up in the clouds
Bound for New York

Tourists in times square
A photograph can capture
Everything but you

Anticipation, conversation
Information we would never know
If we didn't go

Closing the doors
Closing the doors to a bright
Closing the doors
To a bright white New York
He knows why it takes so long
Cause all, all good things take time
Because all good thing take time
Closing the doors
His up on a plane
His up in the clouds
Bound for home
Closing the doors
Closing the doors



Credits
Writer(s): Kile Tayla
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