new york.

If you were here beside me
instead of in New York
if the curve of you was curved on me
I’d tell you that I loved you
before I even knew you
cause I loved the simple thought of you.

If our hearts are never broken
well there’s no joy in the mending
there’s so much this hurt can teach us both.
Though there’s distance and there’s silence
your words have never left me
they’re the prayer that I say every day.

The long neon nights
and the eke of the ocean
and the fire that was starting to spark
I miss it all from the love to the lightning
and the lack of it snaps me in two

If you were here beside me
instead of in New York
in the arms you said you’d never leave
I’d tell you that it’s simple
and it was only ever thus
there is nowhere else that I belong.