Good morning, New York City
Can I hold you where you lay?
Your skin screams of the frozen air
In this January cold.
So close your eyes here next to me
Steal the sleep while we can.
Will you take me New York City
For the tourist that I am?
Good day to you, New York City
You’re quite the champion today.
You swept the leg and knocked me out
On your ground, I hoped I’d stay.
But its summer now on the west coast
And its raining in LA.
You won this round, New York City,
Know I’ll get you back someday.
I want you, you want me too
I crave you.
I want you, you want me too,
I crave you, the things you do.
Good evening, New York City
You look beautiful tonight
Will you drink with me ‘til the morning?
Will you help me miss my flight?
Your voice, sweet like tangerine
And your lips, a glass of wine
I want you New York City,
Yes I want you as mine all mine.
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023