White stripes on the asphalt, like a piano we play

Walking through the shadows of a New York day

I’ve got my hair piled high, and my dress tight as a secret

If I give you my soul, baby, do you think you can keep it?

The city is a movie and we’re the only stars

Driving past the ghosts in the vintage cars.

And they’re all looking, but I don’t see a soul

Except the way you move, and the way you take control.

Oh, my man, he’s a king in a funeral suit

The sweetest taste of the bitterest fruit

Crossing the street like we’re crossing the line

He’s cold as the winter, but he’s all mine

My man, my man...

The only heaven I understand.

The diamonds on my neck, they feel heavy and cold

But they’re nothing compared to the stories we’ve told

Hold my hand tight while the light turns red

Forget every word that the preachers said

He’s got that look in his eyes, like a beautiful sin

I don't care where we're going, I just want to be in.

Yeah, the cameras are clicking, but they’ll never know

The way you love me when the lights get low.

Oh, my man, he’s a king in a funeral suit

The sweetest taste of the bitterest fruit

Crossing the street like we’re crossing the line

He’s cold as the winter, but he’s all mine

My man, my man...

The only heaven I understand.

Blue light, white lines...

We’re running out of time...

But as long as you’re leading, I’ll follow you down

To the bottom of the ocean or the edge of this town.

Yeah, I'll follow you down...

He’s my man...

In the black and the white...

Holding on forever in the middle of the night...

Don't let go...

My man.