Joy Crookes - New Manhattan lyrics

I watch, and I wait in this city you call home The men have reported these streets lead to lost souls Took a picture with my eyes And I'm frightened of girls in plastic heights New Manhattan Soul to you as Paradise Two silhouettes drenched in red light Anywhere we may roam Boulevards far from home Till our final scene You've got the best of me Standing in a golden frame Looking out, but we won't change Till our final scene You've got the best of, got the best of me Your eyes have a silence Despite the commotion, we reigned over shadows That we wished we were broken Took my picture with my eyes I'm your gold And nothing could ever disguise New Manhattan Sold to me but I'll deny I'm safe from harm by your side Anywhere we may roam Boulevards far from home Till our final scene You've got the best of me Standing in a golden frame Looking out, but we won't change Till our final scene You've got the best of, got the best of me Ooh ooh oh oh Ooh ooh oh oh Ooh ooh oh oh Ooh ooh oh oh