You'll always come back to me and I to you Obsession is all we were ever meant to do Sweet-talk the next one into loving you Obsession is all we were ever meant to do I'm the broken one And New York loves you no matter what you've done And New York loves you no matter what you've done I'm coming home (yeah, home) I'm coming home (yeah, home) You tell the best tall tales and I've heard a few Obsession is all we were ever meant to do And we were empty as one, now we're empty as two Obsession is all we were ever meant to do You're the broken one You're the broken one And New York loves you no matter what you've done And New York loves you no matter what you've done I'm coming home (yeah, home) I'm coming home (yeah, home) I want to feel small again... For a man with such big hands you sure let me slip through your fingers Here's the rush, the sugar high, the crush A child loves a child 'til one grows up Oh New York... I'm coming home (yeah, home) I'm coming home (yeah, home)