歌词千寻
Sunday
New
York
Times
-
Matt
Nathanson.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
mineBetween
the
lines
of
the
Sunday
New
York
Times..You
were
the
saint,
I
was
the
liar,At
least
that's
how
I
remember
it.Left
all
our
dreams,
all
our
desiresOn
the
steps
of
your
apartment.The
Brooklyn
bridge,
your
olive
skinFramed
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
mineBetween
the
lines
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