Flying in from London to your door

New York, to that tall skyline I come, flying in from London to your door. New York, looking down on Central Park. Where they say you should not wander after dark. New York, like a scene from all those movies. But you are real enough to me, but there's a heart. A heart that lives in New York. A heart in New York, a rose on the street. I post my pictures to that city heartbeat. A heart in new york, love in her eye, an open door and a friend for the night. New york, you got money on your mind and my words won't make a dimes worth a difference, so here's to you New York:

Ist zwar schon vier Monate her, aber schön war's (und anstrengend) und Bilder hab ich auch gemacht und jetzt mal hochgeladen.