作词 : Hanna Turi Berglund
 作曲 : Hanna Turi Berglund
In a small house
In the deep woods
I bury my stubborn past
To be untouched
By the high pace
Of the city
Of this hyper mind
Is when I hear New York
New York in silence
Is where I see
The traffic as decoration
I see New york
With everything in place
And the rythm of your breath
Takes you home once again
See the pictures communicating
Behind the sirens in the fashion stores
And all the colors
And all the man made
In the city
In this hyper mind
Is when I hear New York
New York in silence
Is where I see
The traffic as decoration
I see New york
With everything in place
And the rythm of your breath
Takes you home once again
And you got no money left and everything you make
Is failing through the speakers ruled by the radio
And when people stuck on names they heard on television
Fantisising about themselves at the late night show
When you're swimming in a pool of insecurities
The patterns of an egocentric society
And your heart is raising in the middle of the night
To catch up with the condenscending mentality
Sweart I hear you
And everything you make is falling
Through the speakers ruled by the radio
And when people stuck on names they heard on television
Fantasizing about themselves on the screen
They won't have
Time we don't have time
Time to listen time
Time we don't have time
Time to listen no no no time
Is where I hear New york
Time we don't have time
Time to listen no no no no time
Is where I hear New york
New York in Silence
No no no time
No no time
No no time
No no time
No no time
No no time