Lyrics The Wildhearts

The Wildhearts

You Took The Sunshine From New York

Butter coconut as a welcome smell

Baby pigeon seed on the window sill

Kitchen cupboard full of granola bars

Walking through the city beneath the stars

And loving every dog on the Lower East Side

Fighting for the bill in the taxi ride

Your pink knickers sit on the living room floor

‘Cause no one wants to clear them up no more

It rained the day

You took that ride to JFK

And made your way back home again

There’s nothing much more lonely than

The rain beating down on the fire escape

The grey skies over the United States

When you walk

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the

Tiny little squares of Green & Blacks

Watching DVDs of tits and ass

Long summer days on Rockaway Beach

Surprisingly hard and far to reach

Homies in a box for 50¢

The squirrels kinda wondered where you went

The bathroom seems a little light on stuff

The bed’s unmade and the TV’s off

It rained the day

You took that ride to JFK

And made your way back home again

There’s nothing much more lonely than

The rain beating down on the fire escape

The grey skies over the United States

When you walk

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine from New York

And when you go

Things slow back down

To the crawl

That drags me around

It rained the day

You took that ride to JFK

And made your way back home again

There’s nothing much more lonely than

The rain beating down on the fire escape

The grey skies over the United States

When you walk

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine from New York

You took the sunshine