歌词
Well I'm outside
Just past the second streetlight
Where the faces change but the race remains persistent
Cigarette Smoke
Lives inside of your clothes
From navigating the way through the maze that sent you back home
Blurred lines
Can you hear me
I can't seem to get through
If you could find your way back to me
We could spend our lives in the city
And relive those nights you were with me
Oh please come back to 57th Street
Maybe if the ground shook
And by chance the city ended up
At your place
We could lie in the fields and look at all the tall buildings
You come to me when I'm sleeping
And when I wake I see reality masked
By a lucid state
You keep calling me back to where I no longer want to be
Blurred lines
Can you hear me
I can't seem to get through
If you could find your way back to me
We could spend our lives in the city
And relive those nights you were with me
Oh please come back to 57th Street
Blurred lines
Can you hear me
I can't seem to get through
If you could find your way back to me
We could spend our lives in the city
And relive those nights you were with me
Oh please come back to fifty
Please come back to fifty
Oh please come back to 57th Street