Nueva York

The drunk in the park spitting insults in my name,
Dancing and stomping on flowers with shoes made of cardboard,
Two rainbows shine in little puddles of diesel,
On the Brooklyn Bridge, have you seen those concrete eyes?

They say that here the verses I sang to you as a troubadour hide the dawn in a lot in New York.
I ask you please, one more day in NY, oh oh oh (repeat)

Every street is a trick, every corner's a big lantern,
I fall for all your traps, from the sewer and steam,
Up the dirty stairs, I climb to the rooftop at dawn,
Good morning apple,
Will you grant me the next waltz?