Mirth

[00:13.64] Twisting around on a blue leather booth
[00:20.40] My ears still popping from travel and use
[00:26.89] I pick at my oatmeal and plump up my lips
[00:34.20] He gives his hand a suggestion, a wish
[00:41.36] It's not you, it's New York I miss
[00:47.07] I've got a problem I think he could fix
[00:53.54] He seems to undo all my usual tricks
[01:00.54] But the marks on his belly, the lines I trace
[01:07.44] Shadow his softness and romantic grace
[01:15.42] It's not you, it's New York I face
[01:21.67] I dreamt of him on a JetBlue flight
[01:29.08] Nursing me into a feverish night
[01:35.90] Lay on my back, whispering his name
[01:43.05] Letting him unravel a decade of blame
[01:50.50] It's not you, it's New York I claim
[01:55.68] Well, in a thunder breath, I coughed up my heart
[02:02.36] My life in my hands, a good place to start
[02:09.77] Little creature born of joy and mirth
[02:16.78] Loving without the help of anything
[02:23.74] Little creature born of joy and mirth
[02:30.71] Loving without the help of anything
[02:35.74] On Earth
[02:44.10] It's not you, it's New York that works
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