We were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work
Remember how I said I’d die for you?
We were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us
Remember how I’d fly to you?

And I can’t talk to you when you’re like this
Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town
I’m New York City
I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you’re led by blind faith
Blind faith

But we might just get away with it
Religion’s in your lips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship

We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship this love

We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love

I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me
Honey, hell is when I fight with you
But we can patch it up good, make confession
And we’re begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you

And you can’t talk to me when I’m like this
Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you
You’re the West Village
You still do it for me, babe

They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you’re led by blind faith
Blind faith

But we might just get away with it
Religion’s in your lips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship

We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship this love

We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love, ah

Still worship this love
Even if it’s a false god
Even if it’s a false god
Still worship this love