Every lovesong is a curse
At first so sweet at its arrival
But when I’ve written down its words
It stares back at me like a stuffed animal
The very thing it was to capture
vanished in the moment after
It just slipped right out of my little hands
New York City’s never done
If it was it wouldn’t be New York City
And you can jump into the Hudson
but the second after it’s a different entity
Loving you is loving a motion
A warm current in the ocean
That’s how I wanted my songs to be
So this is the last lovesong that I’ll sing
A promise to leave the heart open
To never fall in love with what’s been
And if I ever should write a lovesong again
I would set a key and a tempo
Then let you lead on the piano
and we’d just make it up as we go
That’s the only good lovesong I know
Every lover is a ship
Over time rebuilt and changed
Every board replaced bit by bit
Until all that’s left is the lover’s name
Sometimes I let go of the rudder
I close my eyes and shudder
And I whisper softly that I love her
Oh this is the last lovesong that I’ll sing
