manhattan skyline þarký sözü

(mags/pal waaktaar)
we sit and watch umbrellas fly
i´m trying to keep my newspaper dry
i hear myself say,
"my boat´s leaving now"
...so we shake hands and cry
now i must wave goodbye
wave goodbye
wave goodbye
wave goodbye
wave goodbye
wave goodbye
you know
i don´t want to cry again
i don´t want to cry again
don´t want to say goodbye
i don´t want to cry again
i don´t want to run away
don´t want to race this pain
i´ll never see your face again
oh but how
how can you say
that i didn´t try...
you see things in the depths of my eyes
that may love´s run dry
no...
we leave to their goodbyes
i´ve come to depend on the look in their eyes
my blood´s sweet for pain
the wind and the rain bring back words of a song
and they say: wave goodbye
wave goodbye
wave goodbye
wave goodbye
wave goodbye
wave goodbye
but you know
i don´t want to fall again
don´t want to look this pain
don´t want another friend
don´t want to try again
don´t want to see you hurt
don´t let me see you hurt
i don´t want to cry again
i´ll never see your face again
how can you say
that i didn´t try
you know i did
you see things in the depths of my eyes
that my love´s run dry
...so i read to myself:
a chance of a lifetime to see new horizons
on the front page
a black and white picture
of manhattan skyline