The Raveonettes

New York Was Great

And New York Was Great And We Loved It All

But Time Was Riding Fast Upon My Shoulders

What A Shame

The Nighttime Was Painted Black With Fun

But All The Time The Light Shone It Through It All

What A Drag

And In Bars Drunk We Knew It All

And Promises We Spilled Out In The Night

What A Trip

And The Stars We Plucked From Great Black Skies

And The Stars We Plucked From New York Skies

We Placed Them All In Front Of Us And Laughed

What A Trip