Walking on the streets of East Village
On a misty evening
I thought to myself
Let us go where the wind flows
To the east of the village is where he abodes
So off I went, tracing back the footsteps on the map of our love story
From 14th street to the Village purgatory
Revisiting the seasons of love and chaos
I saw, a city on fire, two souls haywire
The smell of the coffee, and the books in Strand,
Jazz on the streets and the dumpling man
Punters to those passion filled fights
Company to our warm smiles
From hell to heaven, we had seen it all
Together with my lover, my friend and my better half
