I left my sheets in New York
Because it was too short
Cause there are dreams that are better left untidied unsaid
Uncuffed, uncleaned, unsaid
I left my sheets in New York
Because it was too sweet
For me to handle
Too grand, too unreal
And yet so palpable
I left my sheets in New York
I left the residue, the bedbugs, the memories
Our imprint, our shadow
I left it as well
My knees are weakened
My eyes so swell
I left my sheets in New York
Waiting to be occupied by others
For the love of the moment
And its bout of fleetingness
A tingle to the weather of passing trains
I left my sheets in New York
I left the residue, the bedbugs, the memories
Our imprint, our shadow
I left it as well
My knees are weakened
My eyes so swell
I write this song away
So long
I fly the opposite direction
I left my sheets in New York
But they are all I will leave
You are coming with me, my love
To Berud if you please