NINE LIVES Lyrics

The upper east side was eggshell blue

For all our nights on Fifth Avenue

From my alley of crates you called my name

And I chased and I chased my tail in the pouring rain

I like to play guitar

On my fire escape under the stars

When you crane your spine and steal my gaze

As if you're mine for nine lives and ninety days

So I smiled on the subway

But cried on the phone in my New York home holiday

And I've got mean reds and Sunday blues

That I would rather fritter away than spend them with you

I'll listen as you type

Spin your sunny tales into rhyme

And you'll kiss me slowly in the rain

As if you're mine for nine lives and ninety days

And I like to play guitar

On my fire escape under the stars

When you crane your spine and steal my gaze

As if you're mine for nine lives and ninety days

Nine lives and ninety days

Nine lives and ninety days