Peter Malick Group & Norah Jones ☆ New York City

I can’t remember
what I planned tomorrow
I can’t remember
when it’s time to go
When I look in the mirror
Tracing lines with a pencil
I remember what came before
I wanted to think
there was endless love
Until I saw the light
dim in your eyes
In the dead of
I found out
Sometimes there’s
love that won’t survive
New York City Such
a beautiful disease
New York City
Such a beautiful
Such a beautiful disease
Laura kept all her
disappointments
Locked up in a box
behind her closet door
She pulled the blinds
and listened to the thunder
With no way out
from the family store
We all told her things
could get better
When you just say goodbye
I’ll lay awake one more night
Caught in a vision
I want to deny
And did I mention
the note that I found
Taped to my locked front door
It talked about no regrets
As it slipped from
my hand to the scuffed tile floor
I rode the train for hours on end
And watched the
people pass me by
It could be that it has no end
Just an action junkie’s lullaby
New York City
Such a beautiful disease
New York City
Such a beautiful
Such a beauful disease
We were full of the stuff
that every dream rested
As if floating
on a lumpy pillow sky
Caught up in the whole illusion
That dreams never pass us by
Came to a tattoed conclusion
That the big one
was knocking on the door
What started
as a mass delusion
Would take me far
from the place I adore
New York City
Such a beautiful disease
New York City
you are my beautiful
Such a beauful disease