Joel Ansett - The Garden-City | Текст песни

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If this world never dies / and we’ll all be blessed or cursed / and there’s any place worth saving
Oh God, save New York first

Ride underneath her long tilled soil / New York / until you feel the subway’s pulse and beat
And see the living roots all kinds entangled / from Wall Street’s king to idlers off the street
Rise to face her eye level now / New York / watch clicking heels make the curb alive
Until you know what brings these people here / and what it takes a city to survive

If this world never dies / and we’ll all be blessed or cursed / and there’s any place worth saving
Oh God, save New York first

Stare hard and slow into her soul / New York / Until you see the wounded and forsaken
And all their longings told in honest art / stare until your bones are shaken
Listen to her from the subway to the sky / telling you that every road is a fork
Leading toward on garden-city or another / the question stands / which one is New York

If this world never dies / and we’ll all be blessed or cursed / and there’s any place worth saving
Oh God, save New York first

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