Besedila: The New York Room. In Spite of Everything.

anguish is near
so close with me here
and I have nowhere to run
and nowhere to hide
so just let me lie
here by your side

but before I sleep
before I escape
please heed my demand
and just hold my hand

just for awhile
I hope you dont mind
but I have nowhere to go
and I cant decide
so paint me a smile
as I close my eyes

but before I sleep
take leave of my grief
so just one last time
I will take what is mine

with my so-called scars
and their so-called hearts
with eyes staring blankly
and feeling far away
just long enough
to keep the wolves at bay