Say it, make it to the bottom
Tell me, come, come on
Then you stretched your mouth
What easy used to be
Love song surely tells the future
What art used to be
Force and feed it, leave it, be it
What music used to be
What luck used to be
You feed it, don't believe it
What New York used to be
Tell me how much better
And what dreaming used to be
What TV used to be
And what fun used to be
What you used to be
Need it, know it
And what fame used to be
What drugs used to be
You swing your mile longer
Just leave it in this box
Secrets in the open bottle
What New York used to be
Come on drama, come on, girl
And wonder
What easy used to be
What love used to be
Water, shot of ecstasy
And what city used to be
What New York used to be
Whether you're gonna grasp that
It's not I don't want to eat it
Let it climb and drop an apple off the top
Just keep it in this box
Call me, come, come, come on
And what low used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
And what fast used to be