New York Story Psychic TV

Life is a vaccum pump, always sucking me dry
Life is a vaccum pump, always sucking me dry
Anyway, I love you anyway, you say
And you lie on the bed
The sheets are crumpled around your head
Maybe that's how we meet
We need to feel that we're complete
Communicate or die through it
Sometimes that's the lie of it
These things we shouldn't do
Always end up destroying you
Anyway, I love you anyway, you say

This is a New York story
This is a New York story
This is a New York story
Anyway, I love you anyway, you say
Sucking me dry
Sucking me dry

And the salt and the sugar on your table
They enable us to do these stupid things we do
These lives we steal aren't even true
My fantasy was never you
And the blood is blossoming like flowers
Up inside the glass
Eating up our living hours
Draining us of all our powers
It's obvious, I know
One of us should really go
Step outside the door
Run away and be the cure