Twilight, twilight,
let the twilight embrace you and the world
oh let it draw your face
And the trees will bend
we all do in the end
Don’t you say again how lucky I am
I guess it’s not up to me but
I want to be someone new and
all the cops of New York City
know me better than I already do
We played the chords we knew,
the ones we remembered,
but it was the best song we’ve ever heard.
Oh the moon was full it was starting to snow,
and I wish you said “I don’t want you to go”
I guess it’s not up to me but
I want to be someone new and
all the cops of New York City
know me better than I already do
I guess it’s not up to me but
I want to be someone new and
all the cops of New York City
know me better than I already do