Ny Nights - Jesse Malin

When my high top sneakers hit the ground

On the run from heavens' hand me downs

I want to see your face

When I fall from grace, baby

Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a satellite

And promise me it will be okay

Your mother dreamed of a better day

Storefront gypsies laying tarot cards

On my TV they’re still playing God

I’m sick of politricks

I need another kiss, baby

Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a satellite

And promise me it will be okay

Your mother dreamed of a better day

And if you ever change your mind

I’d feel a lot better

Looking for the perfect crime

Or giving up, never baby, no

From the desert to this love stained town

I still find comfort in the underground

It’s written in my soul

It’s unconditional, baby

Hold me close in the New York night

A holy ghost or a satellite

And promise me it will be okay

Your mother dreamed of a better day and

Hold me close in the New York night

Be my ghost, be my satellite

And promise me it will be okay

When we touch down at JFK

Lal, lal, la, la, la

Lal, lal, la, la, la

Lal, lal, la, la, la

Lal, lal, la, la, la

Lal, lal, la, la, la