The sky holds its breath
As we push back the rain
Fairy lights, table sets, all in white,
Pop the champagne
Live like pépé in his straw chapeau
Breaking plates just like Papou would throw
Grab yourself some cake,
Let's sing along and enjoy the show
And now
I get to hold you tight
And somehow
I know this will always feel right
So take my hand
I'll give you a spin
If you get the sparklers
I'll get the gin
Ooh
The walls breath a sigh
As we pack the last fork
Close it up, one more time, rent the truck
New York, New York
From the top of the world,
They're calling your name
We can tough it out and we can
Play their game
From the shoulders of giants
We can spark a brand new flame
And now
We have so much to do
And somehow
You and I always pull through
So take my hand
I'll give you a spin
If you get the sparklers
I'll get the gin
Ooh
And how could we have known
The world would be turned to stone
And how could we have known
The world would be turned to stone
There's a scattered applause
As I walk off the stage
One more show, lifting amps, through the snow
For minimum wage
Meet me outside on Saint-Denis
Kiss me like you did back on Small street
I'll hum in your ear
Oh how you send me
And now
I get to hold you tight
And somehow
I know this will always feel right
So take my hand
I'll give you a spin
If you get the sparklers
Oh and now
I get to hold you tight
And somehow
I know this will always feel right
So take my hand
I'll give you a spin
If you get the sparklers
I'll get the gin