D
First few horns and the squeak of brakes
Knock on the door and the city wakes
BmG
But you, you're still sleeping
BmG
And you, you're in love
D
Painting a pretty picture
How I wish, more of this were drew
BmG
But you, you're in London
BmG
And you, you're still in love
D
Fuck this, imma go out walking
Rent a bike and make a few laps in Central Park in the dark
BmG
Love is just a memory
DABmGDA
Love along the shadow in my heart, in my heart
D
This is where you'll stay, while I'm at the Hudson
I'd like to see my name above the door
BmGD
It says we, we're still in Brooklyn
BmGD
And we, we're never in but you're always welcome
ABmABmGDA
If you run out of dough you know
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.