December in New York

Friday's humming summer
 And the whiskey sun is running
 out the night sky
 I am here watching your form
 Slowly pacing in the dawn
 as all the stars die
 Yeah you're like a hit, you are tailored just to fit
 the changing season
 Baby, what is this? We are two star crossed bits
 of an equation
 Is it that you're shining?
 Is it your endgame talk?
 You're like a suntan in November
 Or December in New York
 I will tune in to the radio
 To hear some guy on some show
 sing like chocolate
 No its not my job to be sentimental
 Yeah, I swear it was accidental
 it just turned out like that
 Is it that you're shining?
 Is it your endgame talk?
 You're like a suntan in November
 Or December in New York
 December in New York
 I know I should be spitting bitter
 Just for interest it's more fitting
 for a girl like me
 But I am standing here
 Amid politics and tears
 and I'm shouting loudly
 And the dustcart is slugging
 Its way around the corner
 in the morning
 And if you listen close
 You'll hear the fairylights and smoke
 of the East Coast calling
 Is it that you're shining?
 Is it your endgame talk?
 You're like a suntan in November
 Or December in New York
 December in New York
 December in New York