Come on, come on drama   Come on draw, scratch and say it   Say it, make it to the bottom   Let it climb and drop an apple off the top      It's not I don't want to eat it   Need it, know it   Force and feed it, leave it, be it   Just keep it in this box      What easy used to be   What love used to be   What drugs used to be   What TV used to be      What music used to be   What luck used to be   What art used to be   What you used to be      Come on drama, come on, girl   You swing your mile longer   Love song surely tells the future   Then you stretched your mouth   And wonder      Water, shot of ecstasy   Secrets in the open bottle   You feed it, don't believe it   Just leave it in this box      What easy used to be   And what fun used to be   And what dreaming used to be   And what fame used to be      And what city used to be   And what fast used to be   And what low used to be   What New York used to be      What New York used to be   What New York used to be   What New York used to be   What New York used to be      Call me, come, come, come on   Tell me, come, come on   Tell me how much better   Whether you're gonna grasp that   Show me how it used to be