I've been to New York City And I walked the weakest roads. Seen L.A. and its perfect salesman, All dressed in holy robes.
And all that's left to say, Is spread throughout this town. You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. Then come on, baby. And it's in your face, Can read it clearly now. Looks like I'm lost at the foot or your cross. So come on save me.
I've been to Chicago And don't think I haven't crossed the seas Seen Milan and its model fashion. It brings me to my knees. I think I've come undone.
And all that's left to say, Is spread throughout this town. You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. Then come on, baby. And it's in your face, Can read it clearly now. Looks like I'm lost at the foot or your cross. So come on save me.
And all that's left to say, Is spread throughout this town. You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. Then come on, baby. And it's in your face, Can read it clearly now. Looks like I'm lost at the foot or your cross. So come on save me.
And I think I've come undone.
SEND THIS PAGE TO A FRIEND ››
All
the lyrics on this site are the property of their respective authors,
artists and labels. Commercial use prohibited. We use advertising
proceeds to maintain our server.
