Mo Zowayed

Singer. Songwriter. Sleeper

NEW YORK TIMES

These winter days they grow so short, my dear
And I could spend em all with you, right here
Cuz the world outside has lost its mind,
let's shut the windows and lets start a fire
Your days are only as dark as the tales you hear
 
The New York Times tells me I'm afraid and we aint safe,
wearing roses in our hair but
Down the avenues, we found a lot to do, and
now the city is blue, for you
 
The leaves have fallen but it's good to be gray
Sometimes the wind whistles your name, there's no way
We play these games but I don't care,
cuz all your games are so much fun to play
We might not run this town but we've walked each block
 
The New York Times tells me I'm afraid and we aint safe,
if we wear roses in our hair but
Down the avenues, we found a lot to do, and
now the city is blue, for you
 
I got a feelin if we cover our ears,
we might be better off cuz all i hear,
is a-worryin cuz it's cool to be scurrying about
worryin about all the scurrying you do
So paint me a mural on the wall,
don't hold back on them colors use em all,
by the time the landlord spots it we'll be gone
 
The New York Times tells me I'm afraid and we aint safe,
wearing roses in my hair but
Down the avenues, we found a lot to do,
and now the city is blue, for you