Lyrics

DeVille In the cold dark of the morning The shadows come and go I pass them on every corner In the New York winter snow In the dreary Sunday daylight Reality takes shape Whose reality,yours or mine ? No,I'm never ever sure No,there's nothing that you can do No,there's nothing that you can say Can't you hold on little tighter While I slowly slip away In the dark sky of the evening Every star looks down on me Withess to my passion as I go out on the street The moral of my story,the city's hard as bricks The wind whips round the corner While it beats you with its fists No,there's nothing that you can do No,there's nothing that you can say Can't you hold on little tighter While I slowly slip away No,there's nothing that you can do No,there's nothing that you can say Can't you hold on little tighter While I slowly slip away No,there's nothing that you can do No,there's nothing that you can say Can't you hold on little tighter While I slowly slip away While I slowly slip away While I slowly slip away