Lyrics:

The first to pour a simple truth in words
Binds the world in a feeling all familiar
'Cause everybody owns the great's ideas
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Until it opened out into new york
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
And all giddy yak everyone saw
It's the modern road that (?)

Every bone of rivet steel, each corner stone and ankle
(?)
Every painting lining buttered building in this town
Sings a life of proud and (?) the best a man can be

Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices
(?) carrying their fingers to the north
Reaching down into the ground, stretching up into the sky
Why? because they can, they didn't do so you and I could live together

Oh my god, new york, you talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great's ideas
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my god, new york, you talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great's ideas
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The desire to part sure symphony
The desire like a distant storm
For love because for me
It feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my god, new york, you talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great's ideas
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The way the day begins
Decides the shade of everything
But the way it ends depends on if you're whole
For every soul, a pillow out the window, pl ease
In a modern room, where(?)