Can I call you in the morning?
I promise it will last longer for you
Than empty sex with an empty man
Coated and blistered and blue
Now my love is lost
It's lost somewhere
It's thrown out in the streets
It's covered by all the neon signs
From down in Brooklyn out to Queens
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart
My heart is dead in New York City
She packed it with the bottles and the pictures
The spoonfuls of truth
With the dog and with God
And she left home
Now my love is lost
It's lost somewhere
It's thrown out in the streets
It's covered by all the neon signs
From down in Brooklyn out to Queens
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart is dead in New York City
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart is dead in New York City
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart is dead in New York City
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart is dead in New York
Well, this ain't love cause you ain't lying to me about a boy
No, this ain't love cause you ain't lying to me about a boy
Girl, this ain't love
You are too good to me
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart is dead in New York City
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart is dead in New York City
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart is dead in New York City
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart is dead in New York
You will write me in the morning way before I think to call on you
It's not that I am cold or rude
Or I don't care to read it
I am just upset