Bells Of New York City sing and play along

There's a pale winter moon in the sky

coming through my window,

and the park is laid out like a bed below.

It's a cold, dark night,

and my heart melts like the snow,

and the bells of

New York City tell me not to go.

Ooh.

Ooh.

There's It's al to ways this time of year

that my thoughts undo me

with the ghosts of many lifetimes I about.

But from these mad heights,

I can always hear the sound

of the bells of

New York City singing all around.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Stay with me, stay with me,

a refuge from these broken dreams.

Wait right here;

awake with me

on silent snowfilled streets.

and the bells of

New York City calling me to stay,

the bells of

New York City

calling me to stay.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Ooh.