It seems as clear as yesterday. We saw it in a dream. but dream became insanity. an awful gaping scream. So sad to see such emptiness. So sad to see such tears.
The end of the evening, unable to cope. Unique entertainment no longer a joke. The close of the picture, the end of the show. Merciless torment, torturous blow.
Wouldn't changed a single word. Or touch a single note. Of those old songs those New York Songs. Of love that we once wrote. . And though it hurts now we're apart.