New York forgot us and let us stay
Low society in high society
Outside The Chelsea hustling for smokes
Let the rain come down on us
Let the rain come down on us.

I like to watch her neon eyes
As the rain washes away her pain
The way she smiles
The way she sways.

Soon she forgot me and all was dead
No sobriety in this society
The ‘C’ from The Chelsea flicks like a bug
And the pain came down like swords
And the pain came down like swords.

I miss watching her neon eyes
The rain can’t wash away the pain
I miss her smile
The way she swayed.

I can’t see her anymore
I can’t see nothing
I can’t see her anymore
I can’t see NOTHING.