I watch and I wait in this city you call home
The men have reported this street leads to lost souls

Took a picture with my eyes
And I'm frightened of girls in plastic heights
(New Manhattan)
Sold to you as paradise
Two silhouettes drenched in red light

Anywhere we may roam
Boulevards far from home
'Til our final scene, you've got the best of me
Standing in a golden frame
Looking out, but we won't change
'Til our final scene, you've got the best of, got the best of me

Your eyes have a silence despite the commotion
We reigned over the shadows that wished we were broken

Took a picture with my eyes, I'm your golden
Nothing could ever disguise
(New Manhattan)
Sold to me, but I'll deny I'm safe from harm by your side

Anywhere we may roam
Boulevards far from home
'Til our final scene, you've got the best of me
Standing in a golden frame
Looking out, but we won't change
'Til our final scene, you've got the best of, got the best of me

Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh