Slip Away

DeVille

In the cold dark of the morning
The shadows come and go,
I pass them on every corner
In the New York winter snow.
In the dreary Sunday daylight
Reality takes shape.
Whose reality, yours or mine?
No, I'm never ever sure.
No, there's nothing that you can do,
No, there's nothing that you can say.
Can't you hold on little tighter,
While I slowly slip away.
In the dark sky of the evening
Every star looks down on me.
Withess to my passion as I go out on the street.
The moral of my story, the city's hard as bricks.
The wind whips round the corner
While it beats you with its fists.
No, there's nothing that you can do,
No, there's nothing that you can say.
Can't you hold on little tighter,
While I slowly slip away.
No, there's nothing that you can do,
No, there's nothing that you can say.
Can't you hold on little tighter,
While I slowly slip away.
No, there's nothing that you can do,
No, there's nothing that you can say.
Can't you hold on little tighter,
While I slowly slip away.
While I slowly slip away.
While I slowly slip away.