New York
Listening to “Better Man” in a quiet lonely evening
Staring at the enormous view through my bay window
Look around this fabulous loft that people may fight for a whole life to get
It’s now my shelter that I work my butts out for
Never complain even I can sometimes hear my bones cracking
Never shed a tear even I have felt so helpless and overwhelming
Cause I know I have a place call home, my peaceful home
Yet peaceful ain’t sweet, ain’t meaningful
Through the window of the loft in this high rising building
It’s the heart of this fabulous city
I have been told here is top of the world
“Yet what good will it be, if no one really cares about me”
My loneliness
My happiness
My sadness
They don’t even worth a dame
To whose shoulder I can lean
In whose arm I can rest
Singing along, as if I was the fool yelling out “Lord, can’t you just send someone to love me?”
Yeah, I am just this little spoil kid
Doing whatever I can to win over a little attention, to search for real love, some true care
Yet how ironic,
No matter how hard I shout
No one can really hear as if I were sealed in an aquarium
With a love so close to me, yet I don’t even know how to start with it
Beautiful as bubble, so afraid that it will too easily vanish
Aggressive, neurotic
Dream about all the beautiful stories and romantic scenes
Yet with thousand words I don’t even know how to express
New York, New York
What a beautiful city
Energetic, diversity and romantic
Yet how many lonely souls have you trapped in these artsy sky-livings?
There are way too many things in this world is out of reach
If they are not meant to belong to you, no matter how hard you try; they will always be one step away
