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