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 won't survive
New York City
Such a beautiful disease
New York City
Such a beautiful
Such a beautiful disease
Laura kept all her disappointments
Locked up in a box behind her
closet door
She pulled the blinds
and listened to the thunder
With no way out
from the family store
We all told her things
could get better
When you just say goodbye
I'll lay awake one more night
Caught in a vision I want to deny
And did I mention
the note that I found
Taped to my locked front door
It talked about no regrets
As it slipped from my hand
to the scuffed tile floor
I rode the train for hours on end
And watched the people pass me by
It could be that it has no end
Just an action junkie's lullaby
New York City
Such a beautiful disease
New York City
Such a beautiful
Such a beautiful disease
We were full of the stuff
that every dream rested
As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky
Caught up in the whole illusion
That dreams never pass us by
Came to a tattoed conclusion
That the big one was knocking
on the door
What started as a mass delusion
Would take me far from the
place I adore
New York City
Such a beautiful disease
New York City
You are my beautiful
Such a beautiful disease