Hotel in Manhattan, hotel in Manhattan Listening to "Africa" on the radio Bright red Levi's, a token to remember Who I am, who I am when I leave this town? Phantoms on the street They're kicking on my feet The fake CDs and mini-bars Yeah, they got me broke I'm going to the store, 3 a. m. and sore We're gonna play a show 'cause we need it Yeah, we need it
One day, two day, maybe three We'll carry along till we feel nothing at all And then we go again One day, two day, maybe three I've been singing this song, but I feel nothing at all And then we'll go again
Hotеl in Manhattan, hotel in Manhattan Listening to "Africa" on the radio Up waiting for coffee Nеw York, I chose to party You ate me up, spat me out, then you made me pay I will always walk down the street, my friend Like I own this place I will always love this sound of being Sucked into this city
One day, two day, maybe three days We'll carry along till we feel nothing at all And then we'll go again One day, two day, maybe three I've been singing this song, but I feel nothing at all And then we'll go again
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine Her cheek shines brighter Than the moonlight shines Clean cut goddess on the moonshine Her cheek shines brighter Than the moonlight shines See ya Then we all know How to shine Dirty bright
One day, two day, maybe three We'll carry along till we feel nothing And then we'll go again One day, two day, maybe three I've been singing this song, but I feel nothing at all I feel, I feel, I feel One day, two day, maybe three We'll carry along till we feel nothing And then we'll go again
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine Her cheek shines brighter Than the moonlight shines Clean cut goddess on the moonshine Her cheek shines brighter Than the moonlight shines Clean cut goddess on the moonshine Her cheek shines bright, shines bright, shines bright Yeah (uh huh)
Compositores: Samuel Aaron Macintyre, Jonathan Gilmore, Rebecca Anna Bottomley, Joshua Paul Macintyre & Jack William Bottomley