BROOKLYN BRIDGE MELODIES

It was at the beginning.

I used to wander through sepia tone images in my mind,

wondering where I would find you, where I would kiss you, where I would tell you about the stars in your eyes.

I used to wander, love, around the world in just one second,

and you were always there, you were always there,

everywhere and also here, in my very heart, pounding, pounding,

like a cuckoo clock, like a thunderstorm.

I would have sweetened your edges,

blowed all your nightmares away,

made you believe in miracles.

Because you were.

Because you are.

It was at the beginning.

The sailors were seeking for the sirens

and the sky was the ultimate dream. 

We were sitting in a backyard,

talking about nothing,

creating the word.

I loved you like a kid holding a crayon.

The rotten rosegardens weeped

under the moonlight.

Nobody found a way to make history.

The worn out drapes were down and the lighting bugs were long gone.

Every single drop of salt was useless.

I dreamed with neon lights and skyscrapers.

I dreamed with the city where Lorca wrote those holy words.

I dream with us being invincible.

Brooklyn, love.

That was something worth dreaming about.