New York (Saint in the City) [EP Version] - The Academy Is...

She said You can't stay a saint that long in the city

You laugh at the thought on the the elevator down

You're just a phone call away

You're placing a big blind bet on the underdog

And though It's a stretch you believe

When you're against the odds and on your feet

With you at your best and promises kept

She'd rather stay here with you on

The laziest afternoons with you

Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone

Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten

You woke to the screech of the wheels on a runway

Over an ocean of praise on a stage

The songs of your love fall to your knees

With you at your best this is all you've got left

She'd rather stay here with you on the laziest

Afternoons with you

Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone

Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten

When hearts hang on the line

And all that you fear has happened

Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten

Was it something that she said something that she did

To make you leave her here alone

Was it something that you said something that you did

To make her leave you here

Don't leave me here alone

Lost in pacific time with the sound of a dial tone

Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten

When hearts hang on the line and all

That you fear has happened

Let the memories count the miles and never be forgotten