March (Acoustic) from Young (LP) by Geena Kaye
Tracklist
| 6. | March (Acoustic) | 4:52 |
Lyrics
new york
too cold for march for my taste
snow should not be falling
wondered if it'll ever get warm
the sun deluded
collide
still skip it then force myself to listen
blame myself, take everything back
skip it, shouldn't be listening
it's not healthy
strand
open on a sunday at 9pm
didn't think it would be
didn't think I'd see you there
I didn't but walked through the stacks full of hope
read the harvard encyclopedia of music
battery park
full of tourists, ugly as usual
I feel like an outsider, don't linger
still get lost, shouldn't be allowed
to wait for the subway alone
greenwich village
a memorial to all that was
all I thought we had
holding your hand in the snow
coffee and ramen and your arm around me
in the park- kissing in the library
can't look at anything
you
by the fountain, wearing those sunglasses
like in union square- same coat, same shoes
which I miss, and I can't wear mine
that look the same anymore
reading some book, doesn't matter which
but I loved you
me
too sad all the time
haven't really woken up since february
still feels like a daze, still feel the red light
still see your face inches away from mine
still kiss your neck, still run my fingers through
your hair in my sleep
new york, new york
new york
too cold for march for my taste
smells weird again, too much garbage on the street
everyone walks and no one gives a damn
