MIRTH

[Verse 1] Twisting around on blue leather booth My ears still popping from travel and use I picked at my oatmeal and plumped up my lips He gives his hand a suggestion, a wish [Refrain] It’s not you, it’s New York I miss [Verse 2] I’ve got a problem I think he could fix He seems to undo all my usual tricks But the marks on his belly, the lines I trace Shadow softness and romantic grace [Refrain] It’s not you, it’s New York I face [Verse 3] I dreamt of him on a Jet Blue flight Nursing me into a feverish night Lay on my back, whispering his name Letting him unravel a decade of blame [Refrain] It’s not you, it’s New York I claim [Verse 4] Well, in a thunder brеath, I coughed up my heart My life in my hands, a good placе to start Little creature born of joy and mirth Loving without the help of anything Little creature born of joy and mirth (Give up, be loved, give up, be loved) (It’s tactless, it’s a test, it’s just Thérèse, it’s just Thérèse) (If you want me to, I’d come crawling right back to you) Loving without the help of anything (Big, sore sweet tooth, big, sore sweet tooth) (I have nothing to say, about love anymore) (Make it through every day dreaming) On Earth [Refrain/Outro] It’s not you, it’s New York that works