East Harlem

Another rose wilts in East Harlem And uptown downtown a thousand miles between us She's waiting for the night to fall Let it fall, I'll never make it in time Let it fall, I'll never make it in time Let it fall, I'll never make it in time Sound is the colour I know, oh, Sound is what keeps me looking for your eyes, And sound of your breath in the cold, And oh, the sound will bring me home again. And oh, the sound will bring me home again. --- East Harlem - Beirut