Brooklyn - Helder

cat’s eyes and fire alarms

red tails of cabs and candid cars

planes crash like shooting stars

in the black of the Brooklyn dark

the moon is up maybe let’s call it a day

she’s full of promise I guess we’ll never see the break of day

I claimed you as the one for me

I paid my dues being double crossed by you

cranes dash against the window-pane

in a waste land no one has a name

what is the weight of loss when love is a coin to be tossed

what is the taste of luck when lust of gain is going to disgust

what’s in a name how come I used to call her miss trust

no pain no game but I won’t play if getting hurt is a must

you don’t have to run to be alone

the city covers your back wherever you go

you don’t have to ride to hit the wall

you look up high, you’re bound to fall

I can be the open book

where everything you read is everything you took

when you’re caught up between the lines

does that mean I can hear you say I apologise

what is the weight of loss when love is a coin to be tossed

what is the taste of luck when lust of gain is going to disgust

the moon is up maybe let’s call it a day

she’s full of promise I guess we’ll never see the break of day

will we ever see the break of day