On Hart Island
we share the same last name
tell stories now forgotten
In the middle
of the Long Island Sound
we lie waiting
All the flowers
are just bitter reminders of
who we once were
From Manhattan
we´re just a mistake away
so watch your step now
You might hear us
if you block out the traffic noise
you´ll hear a distant cry
Out of sight
Out of mind
I hope some day you will find
there´s no difference between us and you
One broken heart might make it all fall apart
It´s too late
Don´t wait up
There´s no coming home
On Hart Island
we share the same last name
tell stories now forgotten
It´s a pain that lingers
You can see it in the eyes
of the people that pass you by
In the city where I used to belong
there´s something rotten
something wrong
In the city
In the city
Don´t wait up