Lyrics

You are the subject and you are the painter You are the blonde (red) haired maid of the maker New York City loves us, New York City loathes us New York City wants to beat, bathe, and clothe us I have known you since the day I met you There was a light above your head You with your tangles, you are so lovely I would hate to hold you too tightly Life is not something to be mastered Spill your wine on the canvas, dip your hands in plaster It's okay, it's alright, one day we're gonna die It's okay, it's alright, one day we're gonna die It's okay if you make the most of your time Maybe I wouldn't know you from the desert Maybe I wouldn't know you from the sea Maybe I wouldn't know you from the sea It's only It's only Because you are everything Because you are everything to me It's okay, it's alright, it's okay it's alright it's okay it's alright