Elbow - New York Morning lyrics
[Elbow - New York Morning lyrics]
The first to put a simple truth in words
Binds the world in a feeling all familiar
'Cause everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
Antenna up and out into New York
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
And oh, my giddy aunt, New York can talk
It's the modern Rome and folk
Are nice to Yoko every bone of rivet steel
Each corner stone and angle
Jenga jut and rusted water, tower, pillar
Post and sign
Every painted line and battered
Laddered building in this town
Sings a life of proud endeavour and
The best that man can be
Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices
Planning, drilling, welding
Carrying their fingers to the nub
Reaching down Into the ground
Stretching up into the sky
Why? Because they can they did and do
So you and I could live together
Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
The desire in patchwork symphony
The desire like a distant storm
For love, did it come for me?
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
The desire in patchwork symphony
(Oh my God, New York can talk)
The desire like a distant storm
(Somewhere in all that talk
Is all the answers)
For love, did it come for me?
(Everybody owns the great ideas)
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
The way the day begins
Decides the shade of everything
But the way it ends depends on if you're home
For every soul, a pillow at a window, please
In the modern Rome where folk
Are nice to Yoko
Binds the world in a feeling all familiar
'Cause everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
Antenna up and out into New York
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
And oh, my giddy aunt, New York can talk
It's the modern Rome and folk
Are nice to Yoko every bone of rivet steel
Each corner stone and angle
Jenga jut and rusted water, tower, pillar
Post and sign
Every painted line and battered
Laddered building in this town
Sings a life of proud endeavour and
The best that man can be
Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices
Planning, drilling, welding
Carrying their fingers to the nub
Reaching down Into the ground
Stretching up into the sky
Why? Because they can they did and do
So you and I could live together
Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
The desire in patchwork symphony
The desire like a distant storm
For love, did it come for me?
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
The desire in patchwork symphony
(Oh my God, New York can talk)
The desire like a distant storm
(Somewhere in all that talk
Is all the answers)
For love, did it come for me?
(Everybody owns the great ideas)
And it feels like there's a
Big one 'round the corner
The way the day begins
Decides the shade of everything
But the way it ends depends on if you're home
For every soul, a pillow at a window, please
In the modern Rome where folk
Are nice to Yoko