New York is rough in the winter, Love
The wind blows right through you
Cuts your face
Brittles your bones
Does not discriminate
The lovely, the damned
The young and the old
Succumb to Death’s sucking breath
And the bitter cold
New York is rough in the winter, Love
The loneliness can break you
Your eyes burn
Body aches
Skin cries
Yearning for the rush
Of human heat
Perhaps a smile
Do almost anything
Not to be alone for a while
New York is rough in the winter, Love
The loneliness can kill you
Bottomless bottles
Comfortless beds
Leave your lungs aching
Or is it all in your head
Swallow it all
Keep it inside
Too sick to run
Nowhere to hide
New York is rough in the winter, Love
When the eyes in the mirror
Are the only that see you
Hope feels broken
Courage, frost
Springtime is coming
But in the meantime you’re lost
Only nobody knows you’re on your way out
Too lovely too young
To possibly leave
Turn it around, Love
Oh Love, don’t leave
New York is rough in the winter, Love
There’s no denying that
Death’s chill sucks you closer
But please Love, don’t leave
Reaper grant us this reprieve
Leave the lovely and young
Take the damned and the old
Into your hollow arms
And the lonely cold
Turn it around, Love
Please, Love don’t leave
Please, Love don’t leave