The City by There's A Tuesday

We talk about going to New York
Where I can eat a pretzel that’s bigger than my face You’d write poems on the plane
About the church and being gay
I love everything you say
Hanging off your arm, tight chest through turbulence Say that you’ll stay up
Dream that I’m a plastic, soft skin mannequin
Just ‘till we touch down
You said you loved me in the city
A weekday never felt so pretty
Anywhere feels like everywhere even if we’re both worn out I knew I loved her in the city
We’d watch the street performer Singing Sinéad O’Connor
We look up, and feel so small
Call your sister, tell her that you thought of her in the museum Tired on the subway
Long day fever
You said you loved me in the city
A weekday never felt so pretty
Anywhere feels like everywhere even if we’re both worn out I knew I loved her in the city
In the city, where we’re living You tell me it’s alright
In the city, where we’re living In the city
You said you loved me in the city
A weekday never felt so pretty
Anywhere feels like everywhere even if we’re both worn out I knew I loved her in the city
In the city, the city In the city, the city The city

• Alternative
• indie
• indie pop
• indie rock
• indiepop
• indierock
• New Zealand