You sweep me off my feet, like two lovers dancing in the rain
twisting and gliding in the harsh breeze as I wait for the F train
Your breathe is cold against my face
Your touch is raw against my palms
Your sound is the sound of 1,000 lovers joyous and in pain
I run to meet you under sunrises and sunsets
High heels clicking under my footsteps
Maybe there is a gentleman waiting for me on a Fall day,
on the corner, in the village, across from the West Side Highway
Maybe there is a fancy night on your town, waiting for me on a warm summer night
Or maybe I am shivering timidly on your park benches under a streetlight
New York City you take my breath away with your beauty and your pain
Like a lover who penetrates me but then can't recall my name
There is something poetic about your every city mile, how every street corner tells a different story and in a world that can swallow you up, it is nice to walk along your city streets and feel comforted by your heartbeat.
