Blackout (Garneau Chris)

I, I was kidding about the mean things While we were sleeping He rushed in, he rushed in The fan stopped, the fan stopped Oh oh oh oh Flashlights and tele's Drinking on the street All the lights are out in New York City And it never ever will be too damn late To run inside the market place I, I'll be quiet, then And you do all of the talking Then we're walking Thoughts rush in, those thoughts rush in The heart stops, the heart stops Oh oh oh oh Flashlights and tele's Drinking on the street All the lights are out in New York City And it never ever will be too damn late To runside the market place And it never ever will be too damn late To run inside the market place I sit by the window and I watch all of the little Rain drops, rain drops Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh