NY Nights

NY Nights - Jesse Malin

Written by：Jesse F. Malin/Christine Smith

When my high top sneakers hit the ground

On the run from heavens' hand me downs

I want to see your face

When I fall from grace baby

Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a satellite

And promise me it will be okay

Your mother dreamed of a better day

Storefront gypsies laying tarot cards

On my TV they're still playing God

I'm sick of politricks

I need another kiss baby

Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a satellite

And promise me it will be okay

Your mother dreamed of a better day

And if you ever change your mind

I'd feel a lot better

Looking for the perfect crime

Or giving up never baby no

From the desert to this love stained town

I still find comfort in the underground

It's written in my soul

It's unconditional baby

Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a satellite

And promise me it will be okay

Your mother dreamed of a better day and

Hold me close in the New York night

Be my ghost be my satellite

And promise me it will be okay

When we touch down at JFK