Come on come out come here come here The lone neon lights And the fire that had started to spark I miss it all from the love to the lightning And the lack of it snaps me in two If you were here beside me, Instead of in New York If the curve of you was

Come on, come out, come here, come here If you were here beside me, instead of in New York And the fire that was starting to spark And the lack of it snaps me in two If the curve of you was curved on me I'd tell you that I loved you, before I even knew