CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : No Love In Brooklyn
[Verse 1 - Scott Vega]
It's more than sittin' still
But less than something real
When the nights just seem to
Bleed to one and go on and on
[Verse 2 - Scott Vega]
You try to catch the feel
That used to be so real
You swear it was five o'clock
But the time is scarce
And you're getting there
When you talk about that bullshit
That you saw just yesterday
It's becoming a habitual drunken epiphany
And you try to find that moment
Hope tonight won't be the same
But there's no sense in lookin'
There's no love in Brooklyn
[Verse 3 - Scott Vega]
Long walk, see city trains
Short talks, forgetting names
Some stories stay the same
Knowing all the lines
When you turn the page
[Verse 4 - Scott Vega]
It's late, so what's the use
In trying to amuse
Hope you're not being rude
When it's time to go
You don't let 'em know
When you talk about that bullshit
That you saw just yesterday
It's becoming a habitual drunken epiphany
And you try to find that moment
Hope tonight won't be the same
But there's no sense in lookin'
There's no love in Brooklyn
[Verse 5 - Scott Vega]
Tell me why you're living life so typical
When you recognize the truth it's critical
If you're not content, do more than complain
And make a change
[Instrumental]
It's more than sittin' still
But less than something real
When the nights just seem to
Bleed to one and go on and on
[Verse 2 - Scott Vega]
You try to catch the feel
That used to be so real
You swear it was five o'clock
But the time is scarce
And you're getting there
When you talk about that bullshit
That you saw just yesterday
It's becoming a habitual drunken epiphany
And you try to find that moment
Hope tonight won't be the same
But there's no sense in lookin'
There's no love in Brooklyn
[Verse 3 - Scott Vega]
Long walk, see city trains
Short talks, forgetting names
Some stories stay the same
Knowing all the lines
When you turn the page
[Verse 4 - Scott Vega]
It's late, so what's the use
In trying to amuse
Hope you're not being rude
When it's time to go
You don't let 'em know
When you talk about that bullshit
That you saw just yesterday
It's becoming a habitual drunken epiphany
And you try to find that moment
Hope tonight won't be the same
But there's no sense in lookin'
There's no love in Brooklyn
[Verse 5 - Scott Vega]
Tell me why you're living life so typical
When you recognize the truth it's critical
If you're not content, do more than complain
And make a change
[Instrumental]
