Texty: Gary Go. Brooklyn.

I look in my crystal ball
And see nothing
I quietly wish I had it all
Or at least something
While the short waves
Sends chaos around us
I don?t hear a thing
It?s all so quiet in Brooklyn

If I had a fresh start
I?d probably fail
So I drink my coffee
And open the mail
Now I hope the cruel words in your letter
Are baptised by my tears
I would try to make it all better
But it would take years
Cause while I?ve been feeding your ego
Mines been wearing thin
It?s all so quiet in Brooklyn

Id get lost anywhere
As long as I?m found
I could be anyone in any town
Why is there no one to help me
Find my way through
Cause if there was someone to help me
Maybe I could help you
Seems everyone?s already started
While I don?t know where to begin
It?s all so quiet
It?s all so quiet
It?s all so quiet in Brooklyn