[Verse 1] Glass towers rising where the factory used to stand Another coffee shop taking over the land We packed up our vintage amps, fled across the bridge To a drafty Brooklyn attic on the outer edge Old Manhattan’s turning clean, polished like a gem While we count our pennies, running out of stem [Pre-Chorus] Through the screen, the world is cold, quiet and remote Fading memories floating like a dusty note So we dim the room, light a single candle flame Trying to remember when we both forgot the name [Chorus] Across the East River, the neon skyline glows A bitter love song for a city no one knows Rent keeps climbing, but we got this wooden floor A hand-drawn poster hanging on the bedroom door Yeah, they can buy the street, but not the song we play We’re building our own world, a million miles away [Verse 2] An old acoustic guitar with a scratched-up frame Friends sitting on the rug, calling out a name Boho sweater, vinyl spinning, herbal tea and wine Making art from broken pieces, taking back our time No glitz, no glamour, just the warmth of human skin Finding room to breathe where the quiet light creeps in [Pre-Chorus] Through the screen, the world is cold, quiet and remote Fading memories floating like a dusty note So we dim the room, light a single candle flame Trying to remember when we both forgot the name [Chorus] Across the East River, the neon skyline glows A bitter love song for a city no one knows Rent keeps climbing, but we got this wooden floor A hand-drawn poster hanging on the bedroom door Yeah, they can buy the street, but not the song we play We’re building our own world, a million miles away [Outro] In a tiny Brooklyn room, under autumn skies Watching the city lights reflect in your eyes Holding onto hands, keeping memories clear Our own little kingdom right here… Yeah, right here.
