Icy wind rips through years past
Dampness of memory gone
Empty recollections
In my heart, new beats settle
One, Two, Three, Four
Steady and clear
Waters of a fresh well
From where I hear your voice
Feintly, calling me by name
Shadows disperse
And I no longer feel pain
Neither the dull ache of it
New in New York
Grand central and her stone
Faces forging futures
All american girls
And sons following fathers
Pull your wool over your ears
Let the street take you
Walk, walk and don´t you tire
For weary souls are kindly asked to leave.
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