Sunday New York Times

Matt Nathanson
앨범 : Last Of The Great Pretenders
Leaves and the rain falling
outside
Taxi waited in the street
Gave you my keys
told you I'd try
But we both knew better didn't we
I made my way to jfk in world
record time
Hoping I would miss the flight
You and I were fighting sleep
Beautiful wasted promises we
promised to keep
At least 'til we said goodbye
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the sunday
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You were the saint I was the liar
At least that's how I remember it
Left all our dreams all our
desires
On the steps of your apartment
The brooklyn bridge your olive
skin
Framed in black and white
I miss how simple love could be
When you and I were fighting
sleep
Beautiful wasted promises we
promised to keep
At least 'til we said goodbye
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the sunday
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Running wild down st marks
Raw and breathless in your arms
Jumping trains to the park
When the world was ours
When you and I were fighting
sleep
Under the blankets promises we
promised to keep
At least 'til we said goodbye
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the sunday
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