And I'm wandering the lower east side Where all the streets have stories My feet play the role of a folk singer strummin' the streets like guitar strings I had angels in my ears singing my own memories back to me as if I forgot. These streets blend to one Like the days of, the last few months. Like the days of, the last few months. Anywhere I knew you'd be Inside the wallgreens, 22nd street You still had seed in your hair so I brushed it out Using the same hand that connects the dots To your beauty marks. Yea. Like a constellation of stars Using your body as the universe. Using your body as the universe. Now it's all coming back Feeling as hard as a heart attack Realize the beauty that you are But I'll keep it wrapped inside my skin. It's a sin that I can't touch your neck Or bring your lips to mine. Right now you've lost your value Losing faith, you're falling from The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yeah. The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yeah. These streets blend to one Like the days of, the last few months. Like the days of, the last few months. It's a sin that I can't touch your neck Or bring your lips to mine. Right now you've lost your value Losing faith, you're falling from The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yeah. The pedestal that I've held oh so high for you. Yeah.