A New York Love Story

I met my first love at 25 In the back corner of some New York dive We looked at each other like to frogs in a pond We jumped in together singing siren songs Like the hiss of an old radiator My transmission turned my fears came later Then we rolled on top of a tin roof Then we went downstairs and you gave me proof That you weren't just some old passer-by Ebbs and flows always on my mind Ears to the ground, guess I'll see you later When we come back 'round that ol' radiator Oh - when we come back 'round, guess I'll see you later Oh - when we come back 'round, guess I'll see you later Oh - when we come back 'round, guess I'll see you later Oh - when we come back 'round, guess I'll see you later