Letra de Sunday New York Times
Leaves and the rain falling outside Taxi waiting in the street Gave you my keys, told you I'd try But we both knew better didn't we?I made my way to JFK in world record time Hoping I would miss the flightYou and I were fighting sleep, beautiful wasted Promises we promised to keep At least 'til we said goodbye Sometimes you're still mine between the lines Of the Sunday New York TimesYou were the saint, I was the liar At least that's how I remember it Left all our dreams, all our desires On the steps of your apartmentThe Brooklyn Bridge, your olive skin Framed in black and white I miss how simple love could beWhen you and I were fighting sleep, beautiful wasted Promises we promised to keep At least 'til we said goodbye Sometimes you're still mine between the lines Of the Sunday New York TimesRunning wild down Saint Marks Raw and breathless in your arms Jumping trains to the park When the world was oursYou and I were fighting sleep Under the blankets Promises we promised to keep At least 'til we said goodbye Sometimes you're still mine between the lines Of the Sunday New York Times