The Music (Acoustic)

the music - david usher
baby baby
don't be late,
world is ending i can't change
the way i feel about you now,
new york is cold as ever,
still i go out every night,
hide myself among the lights,
bathe in all the pretty things the city brings
the bodies glisten and they shine,
like the stars we're born to die,
like these roses we all fade..
i'm counting the cars,
on the freeway below,
counting the lights,
at the end of it al
i'm counting the cars,
on the freeway below,
lost in the music... in the music...
baby baby
please don't cry, wipe
the guilt out from your eyes,
pick yourself up off the bed,
there's no one innocent here,
in the mirror you'll find faith,
plastic flowers never fade...
we all turn to grey..
i'm counting the cars,
on the freeway below,
counting the lights,
at the end of it al
i'm counting the cars,
on the freeway below..
llost in the music... in the music...
baby baby
please don't cry, wipe
the guilt out from your eyes,
pick yourself up off the bed,
bottles glisten'n and they shine,
like the stars we're born to die,
i'm counting the cars,
on the freeway below,
counting the lights,
at the end of it all
i'm counting the cars,
on the freeway below..
lost in the music..
counting the cars,
on the freeway below..
counting the lights,
at the end of it all
counting the cars,
on the freeway below..
lost in the music..
in the music..
in the music..
in the music..
in the music..
in the music