The flight from NYC

Oh, the lies that I've told... and without so much as flinching, without the tiniest pang of guilt. And all on his account. I know I wronged and I've had to pay for it. Dearly. And he has too. And I think it was this brought me to this realization. Et maintenant, je ne suis plus dans la confusion mais il y a aussi la tristesse qui reste quand qqch se termine... Je suis parti de New York à la hâte et je pense que je n'y vais pas... non, mes parents et mes amis ne me permettront pas d'y aller. How could I have forgotten... how could I have overlooked one of my basic beliefs? Nothing in life is for free... you have to pay sooner or later for everything you get. There's a universal balance. I was injust... but he was a fucking maniac too. And I have already paid for my injustice... and then some.

Flying through tunnels at the mouth of New York
Sometimes, I belong here
But it's funny how leaving turns the emptiness up
The hole you'd never heard before