Silent screams, tender dreams.
If you must know, I have that tiny glow
Walking down the street, with no one to meet.
The only thing that matters, if that city
just flatters... Me ... See
My dream was always to go there,
Spend all my money without a care
My heart will go where ever the road flows
They call me the Black Rose
That gentle glide and independent pose
Reading those destructable poems, No I
wasn't writting them while drinking Jeroboam.
Just don't wake me up, Unless you're going
to give me that coffee cup
My dreams will always lay in New York City
It's just like a Holy City.