Blackout - Chris Garneau

I, I was kidding about the mean things

While we were sleeping

Heat rushed in, heat rushed in

The fan stopped, the fan stopped

Oh oh oh oh

Flashlights in delis

Drinking on the street

All the lights are out in New York City

And it never ever will be too damn late

To run inside the market place

I, I’ll be quiet, then

And you do all of the talking

When we’re walking

Thoughts rush in, those thoughts rush in

The heart stops, the heart stops

Oh oh oh oh

Flashlights in delis

Drinking on the street

All the lights are out in New York City

And it never ever will be too damn late

To run inside the market place

And it never ever will be too damn late

To run inside the market place

I sit by the window and I watch all of the little

Rain drops, rain drops

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh