Central Park (Mr Hudson)

First few horns and the squeak of brakes Knock on the door and the city wakes But you, you're still sleeping And you, you're in love Painting a pretty picture How I wish, more of this were drew But you, you're in London And you, you're still in love Fuck this, I'm a go out walking Rent a bike and make a few laps in Central Park in the dark Love is just a memory Love along the shadow in my heart, in my heart This is where you'll stay, while I'm at the Hudson I'd like to see my name above the door It says we, we're still in Brooklyn And we, we're never in but you're always welcome If you run out of dough you know