Song | New York City Girl |
Artist | John Waite |
Album | In Real Time |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Burtnik, Waite | |
There's diamonds in the avenue | |
As the dayshift turns to night | |
In the Empire dinner dreaming | |
Hard rain, fluorescent lights | |
As the waitress fills my coffee cup | |
And the working girls go by | |
Drenched Irish Cops are dreaming sex | |
And peep show alibis | |
Everything underneath the skyline | |
From the east side to the west | |
I see the miracles in real time | |
And there's one I've loved the best | |
See there's an angel on the D train | |
As she's flying to my world | |
And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl | |
Times Square looks like Avalon | |
In a Disney morphine dream | |
Dylan Thomas rides a white horse drunk | |
At the counter next to me | |
I wake up in the bed sometimes | |
And watch her as she sleeps | |
In the silence and the sirens | |
I pray her soul to keep | |
Chorus | |
The catherine wheel burns bright tonight | |
Down on the avenue | |
But nowhere near as bright, my love | |
As the fire that burns for you | |
Everything underneath the skyline | |
From the east side to the west | |
Of the lives I've lived and those I've known | |
There is one I've loved the best | |
See there's an angel on the C train | |
As she's flying to my world | |
And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl | |
And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl |
zuo ci : Burtnik, Waite | |
There' s diamonds in the avenue | |
As the dayshift turns to night | |
In the Empire dinner dreaming | |
Hard rain, fluorescent lights | |
As the waitress fills my coffee cup | |
And the working girls go by | |
Drenched Irish Cops are dreaming sex | |
And peep show alibis | |
Everything underneath the skyline | |
From the east side to the west | |
I see the miracles in real time | |
And there' s one I' ve loved the best | |
See there' s an angel on the D train | |
As she' s flying to my world | |
And I' m waiting for a N. Y. C. girl | |
Times Square looks like Avalon | |
In a Disney morphine dream | |
Dylan Thomas rides a white horse drunk | |
At the counter next to me | |
I wake up in the bed sometimes | |
And watch her as she sleeps | |
In the silence and the sirens | |
I pray her soul to keep | |
Chorus | |
The catherine wheel burns bright tonight | |
Down on the avenue | |
But nowhere near as bright, my love | |
As the fire that burns for you | |
Everything underneath the skyline | |
From the east side to the west | |
Of the lives I' ve lived and those I' ve known | |
There is one I' ve loved the best | |
See there' s an angel on the C train | |
As she' s flying to my world | |
And I' m waiting for a N. Y. C. girl | |
And I' m waiting for a N. Y. C. girl |
zuò cí : Burtnik, Waite | |
There' s diamonds in the avenue | |
As the dayshift turns to night | |
In the Empire dinner dreaming | |
Hard rain, fluorescent lights | |
As the waitress fills my coffee cup | |
And the working girls go by | |
Drenched Irish Cops are dreaming sex | |
And peep show alibis | |
Everything underneath the skyline | |
From the east side to the west | |
I see the miracles in real time | |
And there' s one I' ve loved the best | |
See there' s an angel on the D train | |
As she' s flying to my world | |
And I' m waiting for a N. Y. C. girl | |
Times Square looks like Avalon | |
In a Disney morphine dream | |
Dylan Thomas rides a white horse drunk | |
At the counter next to me | |
I wake up in the bed sometimes | |
And watch her as she sleeps | |
In the silence and the sirens | |
I pray her soul to keep | |
Chorus | |
The catherine wheel burns bright tonight | |
Down on the avenue | |
But nowhere near as bright, my love | |
As the fire that burns for you | |
Everything underneath the skyline | |
From the east side to the west | |
Of the lives I' ve lived and those I' ve known | |
There is one I' ve loved the best | |
See there' s an angel on the C train | |
As she' s flying to my world | |
And I' m waiting for a N. Y. C. girl | |
And I' m waiting for a N. Y. C. girl |