Elbow - New York morning
The first to pour a simple truth in wordsBinds the world in a feeling all familiar'Cause everybody owns the greats ideasAnd it feels like there's a big one round the cornerA tenner, up and out into New YorkSomewhere in all that talk is all the answersAnd oh, my giddy aunt, New York can talkIt's the modern road where folk are nice to YokoEvery bone of rivet steel, each corner stone an anchorJenga jutts and rusty water tower, pillar posted signEvery painted lining battered like a building in this townSings a life of proud endeavor and the best that man can beMe, I see a city and I hear a million voicesPlanning, drilling, welding, carrying their fingers to the nubReaching down into the ground, stretching up into the skyWhy?Because they can, they didn't do so you and I could live togetherOh my god, New York can talkSomewhere in all that talk is all the answersEverybody owns the greats ideasAnd it feels like there's a big one round the cornerOh my god, New York can talkSomewhere in all that talk is all the answersEverybody owns the greats ideasAnd it feels like there's a big one round the cornerOh my god, New York can talkSomewhere in all that talk is all the answersEverybody owns the greats ideasAnd it feels like there's a big one round the cornerThe desire to part sure symphonyThe desire like a distant stormFor love, be good for meIt feels like there's a big one round the cornerOh my god, New York, you talkSomewhere in all that talk is all the answersEverybody owns the greats ideasAnd it feels like there's a big one round the cornerThe way the day beginsDecides the shade of everythingBut the way it ends depends on if you're homeFor every soul, a pillow at a window, pleaseIn a modern room, where folk are nice to Yoko
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