October 8, 2011

• ....Refuge from these broken dreams

  Josh Groban -- Bells Of New York City
  
  There's a pale winter moon in the sky coming through my window
  And the park is laid out like a bed below
  It's a cold, dark night and my heart melts like the snow
  And the bells of New York City tell me not to go
  
  It's always this time of year that my thoughts undo me
  With the ghosts of many lifetimes all abound
  But from these mad heights I can always hear the sound
  Of the bells of New York City singing all around
  
  Stay with me, stay with me
  Refuge from these broken dreams
  Wait right here awake with me
  On silent snow filled streets
  
  Sing to me one song for joy and one for redemption
  And whatever's in between that I call mine
  With the street lamp light to ILLUMINATE the gray
  And the bells of New York City calling me TO stay
  The bells of New York City calling me to stay
  

  ....***sigh**

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