Sometimes when I'm singing, you draw pictures on the walls
And I wonder then if how I feel makes sense to you at all
I show tunes to you I've written, and you cover them in paint
They're better now, grey and smudged
And dirty like your face
I swung you to the city and you wished it was new
So you could write an art-house film and I could make my debut
All I am asking of you now is just to take me back in time
To the nights above the city when you asked if you were mine
I'll drive with you all morning down the streets and avenues
And then we'll sit among the gravestones and I'll try to break the news
That I am happier with you than I will ever be again
I'll give up before I'm done and we can dance in the rain
I swung you to the city and you wished that it was new
So you could write an art-house film and I could make my debut
All I am asking of you now is just take me back in time
To the nights above the city when you swore that you were mine
I would give everything I have to tell you everything I want
But there's too much I have to tell you, and too much that I forgot
I wonder now if all these nights with you will linger in my mind
Beyond the days we spent so vacantly, when this is left behind
I won't regret the taste of you or how your head feels on my chest
I'll never spill a single secret, or a sin that you confess
And I won't cry when this is over, when it's time to say goodbye
No I won't cry
I won't cry
I swung you to the city and you wished that it was new
So you could write an art-house film and I could make my debut
All I am asking of you now is just take me back in time
To the nights above the city when you swore that you were mine