The New York skyline
And you told me to look up
We left our hometown curse behind
To make our own good luck
On West 44th Street
The snow fell on us
The Pondicheri slumdogs
And the birdman of Washington Square
A midnight dance on the F train
A High Line Baudelaire
And Elvis meets us in the lobby
And Warhol's ghost
Write your new name in the mirror
Play our song
And every year we make it here
Is a year we get to keep
Don't worry about a thing my love
This heart is where you'll stay
If we get to stay here we'll learn
To fit right in
If we have to leave then we'll come straight back
We'll come straight back my love
The Red Flame Diner in the city that never sleeps
The lights went out on Broadway
And the nights back home got cold
We didn't climb that Christmas tree
Or ever plan on growing old
And next time they'll play our song
And everyone comes from somewhere else
And your face on Macy's window
And my feet on the Umpire Rock
And next time is for the two of us
A life inside a day
Mull Historical Society - The Red Flame Diner Lyrics
Mull Historical Society - The Red Flame Diner Lyrics
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The New York skyline
And you told me to look up
We left our hometown curse behind
To make our own good luck
On West 44th Street
The snow fell on us
The Pondicheri slumdogs
And the birdman of Washington Square
A midnight dance on the F train
A High Line Baudelaire
And Elvis meets us in the lobby
And Warhol's ghost
Write your new name in the mirror
Play our song
And every year we make it here
Is a year we get to keep
Don't worry about a thing my love
This heart is where you'll stay
If we get to stay here we'll learn
To fit right in
If we have to leave then we'll come straight back
We'll come straight back my love
The Red Flame Diner in the city that never sleeps
The lights went out on Broadway
And the nights back home got cold
We didn't climb that Christmas tree
Or ever plan on growing old
And next time they'll play our song
And everyone comes from somewhere else
And your face on Macy's window
And my feet on the Umpire Rock
And next time is for the two of us
A life inside a day
And you told me to look up
We left our hometown curse behind
To make our own good luck
On West 44th Street
The snow fell on us
The Pondicheri slumdogs
And the birdman of Washington Square
A midnight dance on the F train
A High Line Baudelaire
And Elvis meets us in the lobby
And Warhol's ghost
Write your new name in the mirror
Play our song
And every year we make it here
Is a year we get to keep
Don't worry about a thing my love
This heart is where you'll stay
If we get to stay here we'll learn
To fit right in
If we have to leave then we'll come straight back
We'll come straight back my love
The Red Flame Diner in the city that never sleeps
The lights went out on Broadway
And the nights back home got cold
We didn't climb that Christmas tree
Or ever plan on growing old
And next time they'll play our song
And everyone comes from somewhere else
And your face on Macy's window
And my feet on the Umpire Rock
And next time is for the two of us
A life inside a day
Writer: Colin MacIntyre, Stephen Kelman
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Mute Song Limited
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Mute Song Limited
Performed By: Mull Historical Society
Language: English
Length: 6:10
Written by: Colin MacIntyre, Stephen Kelman