My G#mmind burnt out like F#mstardust
EOn December Bone
You G#mstood there in the F#mhallway
Like Emoonlight on the Brun
You said 'if the G#mlights go out on F#mNew York
The Elights go out on Bus'
And in G#mseconds it was F#mover
Like Estardust into Brust

G#mDidn't know your F#mnumber
I didn't Eeven know your Bname
But I'll be G#mcalling you from F#mNew York
And Ehoping you feel the Bsame

And if the G#mlights go out on F#mNew York
The Elights go out on Bus
In G#mseconds it will be F#mover
Like Estardust into Brust

Losing sleep to lucid dreams
When I'm walking in a field
You were there, your wicked soul
Wandering to me

You haven't called and it's been hours
You haven't written or sent flowers
Oh God, did you think that
It might just be too hard?
Oh God, did you think that
Or did you know it from the start?

Didn't know your number
I didn't even know your name
But I'll be calling you from New York
And hoping you feel the same

And if the lights go out on New York
The lights go out on us
In seconds it will be over
Like stardust into rust