You're cold and out of touch
I see it on your face
We have nothing in common
Except one chilly place
You're so many shades of blue
And only one shade of red
Like the color of my sight
When I remember all you've said
Tall are the buildings
You say you admire
You don't like warmth
Yet you're made of fire
You said I should visit
We were meant to be close
Maybe one day
When we call off the eastern coast
Are you able to hold the weight
Of the rain in The Bronx
In your sleek convertible
Could you handle all the honks
Do you like the idea of a loud city
Because it might fill up your mind
There's not much in there
Not much to find
Am I your statue of liberty
A green mold that's exquisite
You'll forget all about me
After one or two visits
Your name is now a code
For the other one I know
You're cold and out of touch
Like an empire state snow