New York (Saint in the City) - EP Version
She said "You can't stay a saint that long in the city"
You laugh at the thought on the elevator down
You're just a phone call away
You're placing a big blind bet on the underdog
And though it's a stretch, you believe
When you're against the odds, and on your feet
With you at your best, and promises kept
She'd rather stay here with you on the laziest afternoons with you
Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone
Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten
You woke to the screech of the wheels on a runway
An ocean of praise on a stage
The songs of your love fall to your knees
With you at your best, this is all you've got left
She'd rather stay here with you on the laziest afternoons with you
Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone
Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten
When hearts hang on the line, and all that you fear has happened
Let the memories count the miles, and never be forgotten
Was it something that she said, something that she did
To make you leave her here alone?
Was it something that you said, something that you did
To make her leave you here?
Don't leave me here alone
Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone
Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten
When hearts hang on the line, and all that you fear has happened
Let the memories count the miles, and never be forgotten
You laugh at the thought on the elevator down
You're just a phone call away
You're placing a big blind bet on the underdog
And though it's a stretch, you believe
When you're against the odds, and on your feet
With you at your best, and promises kept
She'd rather stay here with you on the laziest afternoons with you
Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone
Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten
You woke to the screech of the wheels on a runway
An ocean of praise on a stage
The songs of your love fall to your knees
With you at your best, this is all you've got left
She'd rather stay here with you on the laziest afternoons with you
Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone
Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten
When hearts hang on the line, and all that you fear has happened
Let the memories count the miles, and never be forgotten
Was it something that she said, something that she did
To make you leave her here alone?
Was it something that you said, something that you did
To make her leave you here?
Don't leave me here alone
Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone
Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten
When hearts hang on the line, and all that you fear has happened
Let the memories count the miles, and never be forgotten
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Peter Quartermain, Kavyen Beaton Temperley, Stuart Leslie Macleod
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