New York Story (Psychic TV)

Life is a vaccum pump, always sucking me dry Anyway, I love you anyway you say. And you lie on the bed The sheets are crumpled around your head Maybe thats how we meet We need to feel that we're complete Communicate or die through it Sometimes thats the lie of it These things we souldn't do Always end up destroying you Anyway, I love you anyway you say This is a new york story Anyway, I love you anyway you say Sucking me dry  And the salt and the sugar on your table They enable us to do these stupid things we do These lines we steal aren't even true My fantasy was never you And the blood is blossoming like flowers Up inside the glass Eating up our living hours Draining us of all our powers Its obvious, I know One of us should really go Step outside the door Run away, and be the cure This is a new york story Anyway, I love you anyway you say Sucking me dry  And the lies and the legacies And all those wasted destinies Your body is so cold Its turning blue, you look so old Not human anymore I think we've lost this hopeless war And your soiled and spoiled and so lost my friend I think that this could be the end But fear we'll do it all again And i can pour cold water onto you And yours eyes open and see right though You suddenly look so gray Look me in my eyes and say Anyway This is a new york story Anyway, I love you anyway you say How do you deal? (how do I deal?) Anyway