Текст песни Thank You, New York - Chris Thile , Gaby Moreno

I′m getting from here to sleep
On the wings of 134 Eldridge Street
Where I used to dream
Wide awake in good company
Reaching up for stars that I couldn't see
Through the lights of the city

But neither snow nor sleet nor rain
Ever kept me from the apple of my eye of the hurricane
Singing Thank you New York may I have another?
The more you dizzied up our weather vane
The more honey on the apple of my eye of the hurricane
Singing Thank you New York may I have another?
May I have another?
If I come back New York may I have another?
May I have another?
New York

Eight of strong micky four of sweet
One of bitter served up is what it′s gonna be
For my baby and me
Moving back to the city
Neither hate nor fear nor pain
Are gonna keep us from the apple of our eye of the hurricane
Singing Farewell 16 sweet as sugar's bitter
Half of you and ten of this champagne
This city is the apple of our eye of the hurricane
Singing Farewell 16 sweet as sugar's bitter
May I have another?
Is that all you′ve got?
Old man 16 did you think 11 rounds would be enough to knock us down?
Thank you New York may I have another?
May I have another?
I′m coming back to you New York cause I need another
Cause there ain't another
New York