New Manhattan
Joy Crookes
Letra

I watch and I wait
In this city you call home
The men have reported
This street leads to lost souls

Took a picture with my eyes
And I'm frightened
Of girls in plastic heights
New manhattan
Sold to you is paradise
Two silhouettes drenched in red light

Anywhere we may roam
Boulevards far from home
'Till our final scene
You've got the best of me

Standing in a golden frame
Looking out, but we won't change
'Till our final scene
You've got the best of me

Your eyes have a silence
Despite the commotion
We reigned over the shadows
That wished we were broken

Took a picture with my eyes
I'm your golden
Nothing could ever disguise
New manhattan
Sold to me, but I'll deny
I'm safe from harm by your side

Anywhere we may roam
Boulevards far from home
'Till our final scene
You've got the best of me

Standing in a golden frame
Looking out, but we won't change
'Till our final scene
You've got the best of me