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Yesterday's gold let loose grass fires As you stood in front of the window Holding light at bay A thousand miles away You're always banging on 'bout the opening hours of New York You're always banging on about the opening hours Well you can count on your favourite drummer He ain't the only one who can get you there on time Lights go out early in suburban restaurants Over wine lists that are colour blocked We're closed to each other But we know each other so well You're always banging on 'bout the opening hours of New York You're always banging on about the opening hours Well you can count on your favourite drummer He ain't the only one who can get you there on time Is that your favourite place on the corner Always on holidays Have they gone somewhere warmer Love, we need to get away Aus Songtexte Mania