New York City
norah jones
I can t remember what I planned tomorrow
I can t remember when it s time to go
When I look in the mirror
Tracing lines with a pencil
I remember what came before
I wanted to think there was endless love
Until I saw the light dim in your eyes
In the dead of the night I found out
Sometimes there s love that won t survive
New York City
Such a beautiful disease
New York City
Such a beautiful
Such a beautiful disease
Laura kept all her disappoint