Guess I’m afraid of dying after all
He who says He knows what’s coming
Should have told me so

Wish you could paint me more
You’re utterly beautiful
When you try to find the truth
In one stroke

Cannot stop to wish for us
I have a heart that’s bound to stop
If you don’t come
All I can promise
All I can promise is this

When the day comes, as it always does,
When love becomes a question
Failing to be the answer to what we ask
I shall close my eyes returning to
The day I fell in love with you.

Those sirens of New York
Are evidence of everything I’ve done
There are more old stars
Than new ones in the sky
And everything doesn’t end
Just because it’s gone.