My Dreams Will Lay In Nyc

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 Broadway shows 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.