11th and Fir
The East End
There aren't words to describe,
so I won't even try.
I lost my home so long ago,
and now I've found that it rests inside of her.
Let's blame it on this boring city
while we lay in bed all day.
The truth is, I'd rather be discovering you
than a map, anyway.
Floating high in your studio apartment,
one though dripped from my eye.
I said "It feels like nothing exists outside of this room."
You looked at me and said "Maybe you're right. Oh baby, you're right."
Let's blame it on this boring city
while we lay in bed all day.
The truth is, I'd rather be discovering you
than a map, anyway.
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