well the Empire State is gleaming
and it's a perfect Friday night
hold me down
'cause I am feeling high as a kite
'cause I'm not living for the landing
tonight I'm living for the flight
don't wanna capture this moment
i just wanna let it go

'cause in a world so full of troubles
i think we've seen enough
and they'll still be here tomorrow
when the sun comes up

in a cab that crosses Brooklyn
i'll be your stolen pirate-bride
and i still feel like i am falling
when i look in your eyes
and in the dunes at Coney Island
will you kiss me on the lips like it was the first time
and i will pretend to resist

'cause in a world so full of troubles
i think that we've seen enough
and they'll still be here tomorrow
when the sun comes up

so will you hold me until we crumble
under a dying august moon
buy me an old-fashioned rootbeer
'cause one day the old world will lose
and we'll go dancing on the levy
with the sun beneath our feet
'cause time passes with such violence
we're just heart beats on a sea

'cause in a world so full of troubles
i think that we've seen enough
and they'll still be here tomorrow
when the sun comes up