This Mess

can you hear them?
the helicopters?
i'm in new york
no need for words now
we sit in silence
you look me
in the eye directly
you met me
i think it's wednesday
the evening
the mess we're in

and the city sun

sets over me

night and day
i dream of making-love
to you now baby
love-making on-screen
impossible dream
and i have seen
the sunrise over the river
the freeway reminding
of this mess we're in

and the city sun

sets over me