instead of in New York
if the curve of you was curved on me
I’d tell you that I loved you
before I even knew you
cause I loved the simple thought of you...
If our hearts are never broken
well there’s no joy in the mending
there’s so much this hurt can teach us both.
Though there’s distance and there’s silence
your words have never left me
they’re the prayer that I say every day.
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here"
