Lost in the Heartbeat of New York

歌詞

Concrete canyons whisper cold, a language I don't know, My breath turns into ghosts that haunt the frozen air. The neon signs bleed colors, red and electric blue, But none of them can point me to a street that leads to you. Lost in the heartbeat of New York, this island made of frost and spark, Where every face is hurrying home beneath the iron dark. The subway maps are tangled webs, the numbers blur and fade, Just another wandering soul that this skyline has made. A diner’s yellow window throws a puddle on the snow, A stranger’s laugh slips out the door, then disappears like smoke. I check my phone – the battery’s gone, a silent, silver stone, I’m just a question mark adrift in streets of steel and bone. Lost in the heartbeat of New York, this island made of frost and spark, Where every face is hurrying home beneath the iron dark. The subway maps are tangled webs, the numbers blur and fade, Just another wandering soul that this skyline has made. Central Park sleeps under white, the statues hold their breath tonight, The city’s pulse is in my feet, a rhythm raw and deep. Maybe being lost is just a different way to see, A million stories burning bright for someone just like me. The snow keeps falling, soft and slow, on avenues I’ll never know. I turn a corner, and the wind… it carries something kind. A distant saxophone begins to play a faded line— Maybe I’m not lost, just finding my own New York tonight.