The Kills – What New York Used To Be 0

Come on, come on drama, come on
Draw it, scratch it and say it, say it
Make it to the bottom ladder climb
And drop an apple off the top it stop it
I don't want to eat it
Need it, know it, force it, feed it, leave it, be it
Just keep it in its box

What easy used to be
What love used to be
What drugs used to be
What TV used to be
What music used to be
What luck used to be
What art used to be
What you used to be

Come on, come on drama, come on
Drawl your skin your mile longer
Love song sure it tells the future
Fingers crushed and run 'em under water
Shark infested sea of secrets in the open fire
Beat it, don't believe it
Just keep it in its box

What easy used to be
What fun used to be
What dreaming used to be
What fame used to be

What the city used to be
What fast used to be
What low used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be

Come, come, come on
Come, come, come on