As much beauty,
In her shadows,
As in her light,
New York hides nothing.

There truly is no magic,
As the magic,
Of walking down Broadway at 2am
And feeling like it's 4 in the afternoon.

It ***** you in,
And draws your breath away.
The city's a siren,
Ever luring, ever lovely.

You can lose you heart,
To New York and in New York.
But rest be sure,
She will break you,
Before she loves you.

So hold your breath,
And do as always done.
Make that promise,
The eternal vow,
More powerful than any I do,
And say, 'till we meet again'.
For it's never a goodbye.