You say to go to New York,
but now I don't know
if you'll break my heart
or let love grow.

Is this a story,
a tale spun by a novelist,
or just another item
on our list to twist?

I don't know if it's true,
if what we have is real,
believing your promises
without fear of the deal.

You come with your tales,
I look at you and smile,
I shout to the heavens
that you stay for a while.

Traveling through the Milky Way,
walking among stars,
the ones you show me each night,
from afar, from afar.

I don't know if it's true,
if what we have is real,
believing your promises
without fear of the deal.

Strings that bind us
and never let go,
we give our all,
but I don't know if it's true,
if what we have is real,
believing your promises
without fear of the deal.