Bells of New York City

There's a pale winter moon in the sky coming through my window And the park is laid out like a bed below It's a cold, dark night and my heart melts like the snow And the bells of New York City tell me not to go It's always this time of year that my thoughts undo me With the ghosts of many lifetimes all abound But from these mad heights I can always hear the sound Of the bells of New York City singing all around Stay with me, stay with me Refuge from these broken dreams Wait right here oh wait with me On silent snow filled streets Sing to me one song for joy and one for redemption And whatever is in between that I call mine With the street lamp light to illuminate the gray And the bells of New York City calling me to stay The bells of New York City calling me to stay --- Bells of New York City - Josh Groban