New York， New York

New York, New York - Fourth Quarter Comeback

Am I out of line

Or just out of time

'Cause lately everything's gone wrong

And it's killing me

What's it gonna be

Late nights where we are off and on

As we stroll these streets

I skip these beats

And pray to god that everything's alright

Everything's alright

Should I try this time with imperfections

When everything is going my way

And I'd kill myself for your affection

Just to hear you just to hear you say

Make a point and make it known

I'm sitting on this train alone

And I can't leave you now

It's all a matter of sympathy

I'm standing on the edge of this guarantee

As I put goodbye on hold

I need to let you know

Should I try this time with imperfections

When everything is going my way

And I'd kill myself for your affection

Just to hear you

Just to hear you say

Should I try (should I try)

Should I try (should I try)

Should I try this time with imperfections

When everything is going my way

And I'd kill myself for your affection

Just to hear you

Just to hear you say

Should I try this time with imperfections

When everything is going my way

And I'd kill myself for your affection

Just to hear you

Just to hear you say