When my high top sneakers hit the ground   On the run from heavens' hand me downs   I want to see your face   When I fall from grace, baby      Hold me close in the New York night   A holy ghost or a satellite   And promise me it will be okay   Your mother dreamed of a better day      Storefront gypsies laying tarot cards   On my TV they're still playing God   I'm sick of politricks   I need another kiss, baby      Hold me close in the New York night   A holy ghost or a satellite   And promise me it will be okay   Your mother dreamed of a better day      And if you ever change your mind   I'd feel a lot better   Looking for the perfect crime   Or giving up, never baby, no      From the desert to this love stained town   I still find comfort in the underground   It's written in my soul   It's unconditional, baby      Hold me close in the New York night   A holy ghost or a satellite   And promise me it will be okay   Your mother dreamed of a better day and      Hold me close in the New York night   Be my ghost, be my satellite   And promise me it will be okay   When we touch down at JFK      Lal, lal, la, la, la   Lal, lal, la, la, la   Lal, lal, la, la, la   Lal, lal, la, la, la   Lal, lal, la, la, la