First few horns and the squeak of brakes
Knock on the door and the city wakes
But you  you're still sleeping

And you  you're in love
Painting a pretty picture
How I wish  more of this were drew
But you  you're in London
And you  you're still in love

Fuck this  I'ma go out walking
Rent a bike and make a few laps
In Central Park in the dark
Love is just a memory
Love along the shadow
In my heart  in my heart

This is where you'll stay
While I'm at the Hudson
I'd like to see my name above the door
It says we  we're still in Brooklyn

And we  we're never in
But you're always welcome
If you run out of dough you know