Lyrics

Don't tell me you could fall from here
You were a gravitational pioneer

And I let you know
That the world spins slow
I wanna talk
But she's leaving for New York
In the morning

A delicate atmosphere
In the midst of an astronomical year

The space and matter
Stretches and shatters
I wanna talk
But she's leaving for New York
In the morning

A romantic Anaesthetic
Is undeniably poetic

Well that's the way things go
It's fast and slow
I want to talk
But she's leaving for New York