Blackout

Chris Garneau

I, I was kidding about the mean things 
While we were sleeping 
He rushed in, he rushed in 
The fan stopped, the fan stopped 
Oh oh oh oh 

Flashlights and tele's 
Drinking on the street 
All the lights are out in New York City 
And it never ever will be too damn late 
To run inside the market place 

I, I'll be quiet, then 
And you do all of the talking 
Then we're walking 
Thoughts rush in, those thoughts rush in 

The heart stops, the heart stops 
Oh oh oh oh 

Flashlights and tele's 
Drinking on the street 
All the lights are out in New York City 
And it never ever will be too damn late 
To runside the market place 
And it never ever will be too damn late 
To run inside the market place 

I sit by the window and I watch all of the little 
Rain drops, rain drops 
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh